Senseless @!%&$ sarcasm: Vincible
At the age of 14, I wanted to become a gymnast.
Having parents living at the poverty line — and the athletic ability of a land turtle — that wasn’t going to happen.
At the age of 22, I wanted to be an ice skater, but…Olga Korbut! The dream of being a gymnast didn’t want to die.
I’ve been doing so well at Yoga, being a gymnast crept into my daydreams again. I’ve fallen and easily bounced back upward, many times, to the amazement of others.
I thought, “If I start taking lessons now, I can compete in the senior Olympics within a few years.”
Well…this morning I bent down and, although I’ve done the same thing a million times, the odds were a million to one that something was going to give.
That “something” was my low back. It shouted, “CROINK!!!” and I shouted, “What the hell?” Followed by *%$+#^#@&%(# son of a @!%&$ when I tried to stand.
For the foreseeable future, I won’t even be able to do simple yoga moves like this one:
I’ll be doing yoga like a man.
Yes, one wrong move and I went from invincible to vincible in 4 seconds.
I suppose if I’m the only person in a nursing home 30 years from now who can still do a yoga headstand; that’s good enough,