There's No Time to Waste

 Those commercials for personal alert systems—“Help!! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”—haunt me. I remember the flexible days of my youth and middle age, rising and lowering into the lotus position at yoga without any effort, powered only by my legs. I remember touching my toes without stretching into discomfort. I remember turning on a dime, pivoting without stumbling. But the memories aren’t reality.

 IRL, as we say nowadays, I struggle to get up from a squat. Just after Christmas, shopping the discounted cards, I had to hunker down to get to boxes on the lowest shelf. I found what I wanted there, but I couldn’t pull myself back up. For increasingly panicky moments, I tried to find a position that would let me leverage one leg to a spot I could rise from. The thought of calling for help in Walgreens mortified me.

 Fortunately, I did make it to my feet unaided. No one saw my struggle and my dignity remained intact, at least until this confession. But OMG, I don’t want that to happen ever again! I started looking into leg strengthening exercises and doing them, if haphazardly. I am better at rising now than I was in December, but not better enough.

 Some very happy news has made this topic—physical fitness for older people—even more important to me. Next year, Michael and I are celebrating our 50^th wedding anniversary by taking a month-long trip to Vienna Austria! We’ll have our own apartment, a cohort of fellow travelers, and a local guide/concierge for some activities. Otherwise, we’ll be on our own. The company that oversees the experience and makes the arrangements is The Good Life Abroad.

A requirement of handing over your hard-earned money and joining the group is that you can walk two miles on uneven terrain (cobblestones, etc) and climb two flights of stairs. (They do promise the apartment buildings will have elevators, thankfully.) So we are now on deadline to get fit. In 360 days, we will land in Vienna and begin our adventure.

 I will be ready, but I’m not taking it lightly. I’ve had several falls or serious stumbles in the last year, so I got my PCP to prescribe gait and fall prevention physical therapy. I’m doing that right now. The next step is to go back to the gym. I stopped going after I had a fall in my Silver Sneakers class last year, but I can’t stay away any longer.

 It so happens that, while sitting in the waiting room at PT today, I saw a slender paperback book titled Stronger Longer: An Authoritative Guide To Aging Actively by Jackie Bachmeier and Dan Ritchie. I skimmed a few pages and realized it was just what I needed. The other person in the waiting room said, “Oh. I go to that gym. Jackie’s great. She does personal training, group classes, and video classes.”

 Turns out ‘that gym’ is about 5 miles from my home. Could it get any better than that? It could when the PT receptionist says “We have more of those books. They’re free. Do you want one?” And to think I had already planned to plunk down $9.99 plus tax and shipping to get a copy.

 The other patient, my PT twin because the therapists always work with two people at once, continued to sing the praises of Jackie and her gym throughout our hour. If I didn’t have a firm commitment to being at my writing desk on Monday afternoon, churning out this blog, I would have zipped over there to check it out.

 I write with a group on Mondays. We are all memoirists who happen to live in different cities, so we gather online each week and check in, then write with the comforting knowledge that other people are also working on their manuscripts. Since my manuscript is done, I write my blog. It’s soft accountability that bolsters us. A tip of the hat to Cathy, Mindy, Penny, and Yvonne today!

 In addition to seriously tackling physical fitness, I started a German language course on Duolingo. I work on it every day and I am acquiring vocabulary, an ear for German pronunciation, and even some new-to-me sounds and letters. Did you ever see this letter before? ß, called Eszett and pronounced like a double SS in English. The German word for tall or big is groß (gross). German also has several vowels with symbols hanging over them that are new to me.

 It’s been tricky learning to read and pronounce these strange new letters. Like the strength and fitness I need to acquire, I only have a year to get ready. There’s no time to waste!

Tschüß (pronounced schuss with a long u, my new ciao)