I vaguely remember my high school Physics classes. I’m sure I was busy writing a poem on the back of my binder or doodling my latest crush’s last name following my first name to see how they looked together. I do recall a brief outline of Sir Isaac Newton’s law of motion saying something about an object at rest tended to remain at rest but the continuation of that class lecture began to sound more like the teacher in the Peanuts cartoons and I lost the ability to follow along.
There must have been a day in class that my head was so high in the clouds that I missed the fine print of Newton’s law that said: an object at rest for longer than six months will undergo much trauma and discomfort when it finally gets off its ass.
I’ll admit, apart from walking my dog a couple of times a day, for the past six months I have been quite sedentary. This became glaringly obvious over this past weekend as I crawled out of my cushy office life and breached the inner sanctum of our dining room and kitchen. I don’t mind serving tables. It gives me the wonderful opportunity to engage with our guests far beyond just checking them into their rooms. My body, however, disagrees entirely with that philosophy.
I came home from work tonight with a sore back and aching feet, begrudgingly walked my dog and finally hobbled over to my couch. My body turned, my back aimed towards the couch and I lowered myself to a more agreeable angle. Similar to how my grandfather used to look getting into our Lazy boy recliner, I simply let gravity take over and allowed myself to fall the rest of the way on to the couch. It wasn’t pretty but it got the job done. Thankfully my arms and fingers did not take the brunt of my weekend activities or I would have been typing this post with a pencil in my mouth and banging the tiny eraser onto the letters of my keyboard.
Once I become acclimated to being an object in motion I will be fine. Either that or I will be starting a Go-Fund-Me account to be able to afford an Indego Exoskeleton to keep me upright. Either way, I have an afternoon off today and I will enjoying being an object at rest for a few extra hours.
It’s always good to shake things up, I suppose. But a nap afterward is certainly in order. 🙂
I can hear my pillow calling…..
I am discovering the same thing now that yard work beckons. Ugh.