By Janet Knight, Resident
I doubt I am the only one out there whose mind doesn't always work in sync with
their bodies.
The other evening my husband, John, bet me I couldn't do even one jumping jack.
"Of course," I said, "I can do one and maybe a whole lot more." I could even envision
the whole easy exercise. He didn't take my word for it but wanted me to show him. "No
problem," I thought and proceeded to begin the challenge. I kicked my shoes off and
got ready for a one and a two.
My arms were doing great at flapping up and down like some big bird trying for lift
off. My feet, however, were an entirely different matter. It felt as if they were glued to
the carpet and all I could do was hop up and down, feet together, nothing close to a
real jumping jack. He was like, "Aw… that isn't a jumping jack." I knew he was right,
so I figured my problem was the carpet. I moved to the bathroom. I was certain that
carpet was the issue so tile would be a cinch.
Begin round two. I stood in front of the mirror and once again gave it my all. Now, it
was bad enough doing it without a mirror but faced with my reflection, it was hilarious.
I was again frantically waving my arms up and down waiting for lift off. My feet could
only jump, (although I am not sure 1/16th of an inch off the ground constitutes a legal
jump) and legs were not moving at all, staying side by side.
Wow! When had my brain signals stopped going head to toe? Arm flapping was still
picking up the signal, but my feet were clueless, not at all sure what was happening. It
was humiliating but thankfully no money had been placed in that bet. I will take on
anyone in arm flapping. That part I have down pat. My feet, however, are still trying to
figure out what they are supposed to do.
REALITY CHECK
10 SOLERA DIAMOND VALLEY | AUGUST 2018
