I am trying to make some effort at beginning to put myself into a routine now that the summer is past and especially since the kids are no longer with us and life moves in a bit of a different cadence.
At the top of the list is to be more faithful about doing some very basic exercise: to wit, a few morning back stretches followed by a bit of a walk. If I can establish that very basic bit of routine, maybe I shall be able to add a bit more.
But the cat.
Oh the cat.
There is something about me doing floor stretches that sends her into nonsensical motion. She's purring and butting me and prancing around and lying in my way. And doing it all over again.
As it eventuated, in an effort to switch from one stretch to another and in my concern to not landing my prodigious corpulence on top or her delicate feline frame, didn't I get myself into an awkward position ... and I Hurt My *&^!$ Back while doing so.
How's that for irony? I hurt my back while attempting beneficial back stretches.
It's not something that would happen to just anybody. But then I am not just anybody. I am he of the weak back. I am he who gets his self into odd predicaments. For I am nothing if not weird.
Oh, I've had worse spasms, and barring further aggravation I should be alright in relatively short order. I mean to say, once I'm up I am reasonably ambulatory, so the sprain is not too debilitating this time around. This time around. It's just that the getting up and down and bending is a bit of a pain.
But it's the irony or injuring my back while working to ameliorate it. It's kind of delicious, even if it's a bit of a pain in the ... um ... back.