Exercise Fun Tech
Rock around the clock
I’m fit and healthy. I don’t want to deny someone else a bed in hospital just because I’ve been clumsy. Balance exercises are an important part of my routine, and here’s a fun way to do them.
I’m fit and healthy. I don’t want to deny someone else a bed in hospital just because I’ve been clumsy. Balance exercises are an important part of my routine, and here’s a fun way to do them.
They used to say Ginger Rogers was a better dancer than Fred Astaire because she did it backwards and in high heels. So what happens when you add Parkinson’s to the mix? Great things, apparently.
Today marks the first day of the rest of my running life. I’ve recaptured the magic. And it’s all down to other people.
The second of my ‘walks for the wobbly’ brought some cracking views – but my camera, with a mind of its own, had a severe case of the blues.
I’ve never been very keen on watching people hitting each other in the face and drawing blood. Boxing isn’t my number one spectator sport*. But it’s become one of my favourite exercises.
The first of my ‘walks for the wobbly’ did not disappoint, and helped me set a benchmark for future walks. But if I’m to be a good walking companion, I need to make a few tweaks for my next outing.
If you go past my house and hear me shouting ‘Cromarty!’ Rockall!’ ‘Dogger!’ rest assured that I am not harassing a bunch of lively Labradors. I’m training my brain with the Shipping Forecast.
My brain sent messages to my left side. “Stop shuffling!” “Pick your foot up!” “Swing your arm”. But Leftie just said, “Yeah, whatevs.” If I was going to find my running feet again, I would need to even up.
When brain cells degenerate and die, the usual pathways sending messages from brain to muscle are like congested motorways. Exercise helps to open up new and exciting routes.
The hills are still there, and I can still climb them. Maybe not all the way to the top just yet – meanwhile there are valleys and lakes to enjoy when we are all allowed out again.