Lately, I’ve been asking myself the same question time and time again – Is that normal?
With each small movement, with each noise or pain my almost-30 body makes, I wonder if what I’m experiencing is normal or if my sloth-like existence has brought on an early decline into arthritis, torn ligaments and the inability to climb stairs.
I lift a grocery bag and hear my wrist pop. Huh…that kinda hurt. Is that normal? I don my 10-pound backpack, and my shoulder cries out in pain. I distinctly heard crunching. Did anyone else hear that? Is that normal? I turn my head while driving to check nearby lanes and hear Pop! Pop! Pop! Is that normal? Is any of it?
I wish I had great stories to accompany my ailments. Yah, when I ran that 5K last year, my knees just finally gave out. I mean, they can only stand so much physical strain, and between the 5K and my daily hikes, it was only a matter of time. But I don’t.
I wake up with pain. I literally accrue pain while I’m sleeping. Some time during my arduous horizontal indecision between the left side and right side of a queen-sized mattress, my body decides it’s all too much. I wasn’t made for such acrobatics! I get out of bed, and my first sensation is knee pain, followed by limping. Is THAT normal? Surely that’s not normal.
I know I need to move more. I know I need to exercise. But I have certain reservations about that, and for good reasons. But I guess I need to put on my big-girl panties and deal with it, lest those panties become Depends too soon. And let me tell you, that is NOT a good look for a single gal!