I have also come to the “I don’t do that anymore” when it comes to crow pose In yoga. My bonier shins and less muscular upper arms mean it just hurts! And I need a lot more padding under my Irish bum to do boat pose. And I can try or skip these poses without any sense of failure. I also said, without thinking, “It’s not my job to be hot …
I have also come to the “I don’t do that anymore” when it comes to crow pose In yoga. My bonier shins and less muscular upper arms mean it just hurts! And I need a lot more padding under my Irish bum to do boat pose. And I can try or skip these poses without any sense of failure. I also said, without thinking, “It’s not my job to be hot anymore!” That came out of nowhere with wonderful relief. Then my
50-something friend said, “I never thought that was my job.”
At 71, I can still do the crow pose, but I do it rarely, with lots of pillows in front of me in case I fall over, and there are other poses I can't do. I used to be able to get my hands to meet when I'd raise one arm above my shoulder, bend it and take the other arm from below, bend up, and hold hands. I haven't been able to do that for 5 or 6 years. At certain times, because of bursitis, I can't do a bunch of poses in yoga (or routines in Pilates or Essentrics), any pose requiring a knee bent at about 90 degrees is impossible. I think everyone comes to know their own body.
My father, now 96, was an avid unner who won senior awards at races. He had to stop running at a certain point because of his knees and back. So he would walk miles early in the morning (in Phoenix, very early because of the heat -- like 4 am. Eventually he could only do two miles around the high school track. Then, at about 89 or 90, that became too much. His knees have become worse from bone-on-bone arthritis, and in the past 6 months, he relies more and more and now mostly on a walker, though he can handle small distances, like cooking in the kitchen or putting stuff in or taking out of the refrigerator or stove -- without the walker. On certain good days, he can walk more. He walks from the car to the supermarket but gets the cart in the parking lot because the cart works like a walker. Driving is not a problem.
I have had braces on my legs for years and I have never been a runner.
We all have some disability, and the older you get, the more disabled we get. At my job, I have to lug boxes full of books from one part of our college building to another, but now, if they seem at all heavy, I put the box on one of our library carts.
At a certain point, falling is what old people need to avoid more than anything else.
I have also come to the “I don’t do that anymore” when it comes to crow pose In yoga. My bonier shins and less muscular upper arms mean it just hurts! And I need a lot more padding under my Irish bum to do boat pose. And I can try or skip these poses without any sense of failure. I also said, without thinking, “It’s not my job to be hot anymore!” That came out of nowhere with wonderful relief. Then my
50-something friend said, “I never thought that was my job.”
At 71, I can still do the crow pose, but I do it rarely, with lots of pillows in front of me in case I fall over, and there are other poses I can't do. I used to be able to get my hands to meet when I'd raise one arm above my shoulder, bend it and take the other arm from below, bend up, and hold hands. I haven't been able to do that for 5 or 6 years. At certain times, because of bursitis, I can't do a bunch of poses in yoga (or routines in Pilates or Essentrics), any pose requiring a knee bent at about 90 degrees is impossible. I think everyone comes to know their own body.
My father, now 96, was an avid unner who won senior awards at races. He had to stop running at a certain point because of his knees and back. So he would walk miles early in the morning (in Phoenix, very early because of the heat -- like 4 am. Eventually he could only do two miles around the high school track. Then, at about 89 or 90, that became too much. His knees have become worse from bone-on-bone arthritis, and in the past 6 months, he relies more and more and now mostly on a walker, though he can handle small distances, like cooking in the kitchen or putting stuff in or taking out of the refrigerator or stove -- without the walker. On certain good days, he can walk more. He walks from the car to the supermarket but gets the cart in the parking lot because the cart works like a walker. Driving is not a problem.
I have had braces on my legs for years and I have never been a runner.
We all have some disability, and the older you get, the more disabled we get. At my job, I have to lug boxes full of books from one part of our college building to another, but now, if they seem at all heavy, I put the box on one of our library carts.
At a certain point, falling is what old people need to avoid more than anything else.