Just call me Peggy Sue

You know that poem that starts "Dance like no one is watching"? Forget the rest of it, and just do that part, a lot.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Ugh...

It's a bad sign when every time you stand up, you make the "old man getting out of an armchair" noise. I'm only 20 years old, I should not feel like my body is past its limit. It's like my mind is dragging my body along in its wake. A new muscle hurts every day, on top of the ones that hurt non-stop. My back is so screwed up, my shins are hurting again, my legs are like jelly, my arms are aching. Why? This is dumb. I am not old, I am not out of shape, I am not ready for this. I shouldn't feel like this until I'm like 50 or something. But no. I'm fine mentally, I'm actually passing my classes this week even. But my physical self is putting up a really good fight. Stupid. Now would be a good time to invent body transplants.

1 Comments:

  • At 9:50 PM, Blogger Angela said…

    Yep, that sounds like the body of a young dancer. Beautiful, but broken before its time. Give it up! Treat yourself to true health. Teach pilates or yoga or something. Your body will thank you :)

     

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