My toes, that is.
When I was younger (like middle school) I was very athletic and therefore strong and flexible. I could sit on the floor, legs out to the side in a near split, arms out to the side grabbing toes and lean forward and put my face on the floor.
That is no small feat for someone who is 5'9".
I came home from the gym the other night and was stretching and realized that the flexibility of my youth is no longer with us. I sat on the floor with legs stretched out in front of me, feet together, and reached for my toes. No dice. I could barely reach my ankles.
Fritha has never been able to touch her toes, so she wouldnt find this odd. But I usedacould stretch my fingers past my feet and rest my wrists on my toes.
In the days since, I've dedicated a portion of my evening (while watching tv, obvi) to stretching. I can now almost get my fingertips to my toes. I think maybe I could lunge forward and tickle my toes for a second, but I couldnt hold that position.
So that's my goal. To touch my toes.
It's good to have goals, right?!
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