Let me tell you a tale of stupidity…my own.
Last night, on ,my way to bed( I seem to be the first into bed these days) I passed Julius playing on the swissball in the corridor.
“Watch me, watch me he pleaded. Good parents should watch their children, so I did.
Bracing himself against the two side walls of the corridor, he stood on the swissball and then tried to let go and balance. He managed for a second or two. Then he grabbed the walls for support again.
“That looks cool! “I said” I want to have a go”
Now, this is when the judges of the Darwin awards all pulled up and watched, scorecards at the ready.
I began my attempt to stand on the swissballx Background info is that I have not done any swissball exercise in over 2 years, not yoga in 3 months, am unfit, chubby and frankly, totally unfit for any kind of gymnastic feat.
The ego, however, was a fucking olympic athlete. That was how that quick inner conversation went.
I stood up on the ball, hands bracing me on walls either side. When the ball sagged under my weight, I should have dismounted.
“You are as lights a feather” shouted my ego, hands covering my eyes and dismissing the fear department who mentioned , quietly , that the ball MIGHT explode.
I was up! I was standing!
“You are fucking awesome” said the ego
Then Julius stepped back and in a split second, everything changed.
I had not realised Julius was stabilising the ball with his leg.
The ball SHOT forward.
I SHOT backwards............ and down.
Paint shot through so many places. I hit the floor :elbow, ribs, head…in that order.Things that should NOT go crunch went CRUNCH in my neck.
I lay very still. Shocked.
That was a lot of shit that got shot in a very short amount of time.
My head hurt a lot. Those crunching noises in my neck freaked me out and I could not comprehend what had just happened. More than that, I could not comprehend how I had failed to anticipate the outcome.
Hindsight works fast.
I lay there for a good 5 minutes, assessing damage, going through the events in my head and mentally and physically prodding around looking for signs of real damage.
I am still sore this morning but INCREDIBLY grateful that I seem to be ok. Sore ribs, sore neck, bruised ego and sudden realisation that my reactions are those of an older person and not a 20 year old have left me a bit quieter today.
I may go back to the yoga mat. I need to work on my balance.
My ego is doing a downward dog as I type.
Painting will be slow going this morning but I will be out and about on saturday for the planned plein air paint out in Hamilton Gardens.
Stop Laughing, please.
Google Darwin Award .