THE LITTLE THINGS WE DO

Character is shown when you are generous to people who may never be able to return your kindness. Character is how you treat the vulnerable. It is a mother caring for children or an adult mentoring a youth. Or maybe it is shown by Karen, the lifeguard who works at the YMCA on Saturday afternoons.

I am a member at my local YMCA and right after Christmas had some difficulty walking. I had to exercise at home before I could even return to the gym.

What I really wanted was to exercise at the YMCA pool. The warm, salty water would be soothing to my achy muscles, but more important, exercising in that water would greatly enhance my recovery. It was weeks before I was steady enough to walk down the steps of the pool to get into the water or surefooted enough to even venture into the damp, slippery pool area. I was afraid of a fall on the concrete or maybe getting a cramp while swimming. 

A wave of shame overpowered me the first time I walked into the pool area. A lifeguard, Karen, approached as I grappled with the handrail while easing into the pool. She made small talk until I was safely in the water. 

The water was liberating and I could exercise in a way I couldn't otherwise. Still, I quickly grew tired and could only swim a few laps. Karen was kind enough to give me some water weights so I could exercise my arms while wading back and forth in the deep water, getting the exercise I needed. 

When I finished, Karen met me at the steps. She allowed me the independence of walking up and to a nearby bench and we chatted. I knew she wanted to make sure I was able to walk to the dressing room, but still needed to rest.

I mentioned feeling vulnerable and embarrassed. She was so kind and encouraging that I soon felt at ease. What could have been a humiliating event was pleasant because of her kindness. Because of her, I continued to come to the pool to exercise.

If you asked her, she might say she was only doing her job. She might not think her kindness was anything out of the ordinary. Good people are like that.

KEEP MOVING

Those who follow my current blog posts know I've been doing a little rehabbing. It's going well and I am walking short distances without a cane.

Even before that, my son and I got a family membership at the local YMCA. It was convenient, only a few minutes from my home. Had I realized what a membership had to offer, I would have joined long ago.

I remember being nineteen-years-old and taking my first college physical education course. The coach talked about how the body hits its peak in your twenties and by thirty, without proper maintenance, it is on a downhill journey. 

"Hah," I thought. "Not me." 

I was sure I would be young forever--effortlessly.

Many, many years later I was discussing this matter with Dr. Scott Morris of The Church Health Center in Memphis, http://www.churchhealthcenter.org/ . He said something I never really considered. Dr. Morris said that God created our bodies for movement.

I never really thought about it like that. If God created our bodies for movement, why was I acting like a couch potato?

I have lots of excuses, some legitimate, some are not.

The bottom line is, I feel better after going to the gym. Yeah, I'm sweaty and sore and all that, but there are benefits, too. There are those endorphins running through my body, almost immediately making me feel more happy. I sleep better at night and feel more rested the next day. Of course, there are the health benefits, a stronger body, stamina, range of motion, and if one's lucky, you'll lose a pound or two.

I have more to say about exercise and the YMCA, but that's all for today.