Finally! I’ve figured out an exercise program that works. Now all I have to do is decide how to schedule around it. What is this wonderful program?
It’s called the Preschool Workout Regimen. When my great-grandsons (One at a time, thank goodness!) are here, sometime during the day we sit and crawl around on the floor and play cars, trucks and airplanes on my oval throw-rug with rings that allow for great races, tow away zones and repair areas.
Then we play ball. The little ones’ routine involves rolling or tossing soft balls in the house. This includes plenty of chasing the balls to wherever they land. The 4-year old prefers to take his hollow plastic ball and bat outside where we play baseball-golf-tennis. Since neither of us can pitch this involves plenty of running, or in my case walking, to wherever the ball lands.
We’re not good at hitting either. Even though we take a batter’s stance, we usually end up either hitting the ball with a tennis backhand or teeing-off from the landing zone.
You’d think that Gramma, as senior player, could hit and throw. No such luck. As an only child no one was available to teach me how to play ball; and PE teachers skimmed over such lessons, assuming we all had those basic skills. Hah! Were they fooled!
The last time I was asked to play on a softball team my reply was, “I can’t run and I throw like a girl.” This is 1950s-60s girls to which I was referring, not the skilled athletes of today.
After a good lunch (Gramma remembers to eat healthy food in front of the little ones and is not saying what she eats after the child leaves.) we go for a walk. This means that I pull a little boy and his supplies in a Radio Flyer with two-seats, cup holders and a nylon roof on a three-mile trip to the outlet mall, around the complex and back home.
After this we usually have some quiet time, but not always. We may return to the racetrack until Mom or Mammaw comes to take the little one home.
Sometimes we visit the farmers market or one of the local historic sites. That satisfies the wagon portion of the day and need to fulfill the car and ball requirements.
All I need to do now is decide how to turn this six times a month routine into three times a week. Of course, that would involve leaving my job and eating less. Oh well, we can’t win them all.
© by Sharon D. Dillon
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 Sharon
D. Dillon grew up in Ohio, lived most of her
adult life in Wisconsin, and now lives in
Williamsburg, VA. She holds B.A. in Professional
Communications from Alverno College, Milwaukee,
WI (1993) Sharon retired from the State of
Wisconsin after 25 years and works part time at
Busch Gardens and Jamestown Settlement/Yorktown
Victory Center. She has one son, two daughters,
two grandchildren, and three great-grandsons.
She is interesting in healing modalities, such
as Reiki and Transfigura-Regeneration, and has
written for three newspapers and several
magazines. Read more of her work at The
Energy Writer blog.
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