Daily Prompt: Agile

Cutting the pampas

There was a time when I could move more or less, ten years ago to be exact, but agility was never my trade mark. Here I am in action cutting down the pampas grass. Note the shoes, ideal for the job.

I remember my school days when PT (physical training) and gymnastics was on the agenda.  I hated it, really, the worst day in the week. We even had to dress for the torture. Plimsolls (sort of cloth schoes, very flat with rubber sole) and you ran around in your nickers and vest. That was when you were at an age when everything was flat as a pancake in any case, so it made no difference. It was all in the name of being healthy. There were those girls in the class (it was an all girl school) that could jump over everything, do handstands and win races.

I was the third tallest in the class and had never stood on my hands, they were too far away from my body.. It is a fact that tall people can jump higher and run faster, but there are always exceptions to the rule and that was me. If I ran my long legs were in the way. Jumping was OK, I even managed the highest jump, the only problem being that often I would fall over the rope and collapsed onto the floor on the other side. In the high school we had more advanced material and were now bare footed (we were miniature Amazons) and even had shorts to wear and a t-shirt, but clothes do not make an athlete.

We had this big wooden thing to jump over with two grips one for each hand, known as a horse. It was big, and I was high. The idea was to run, jump, grip the handles and propel yourself, raising your feet to descend on them on the other side. This was one of those moments when I would be very nervous but our gymnastic teacher, who seemed to have bones made of rubber, was convinced that we could all do it and all of us could except for me, but I put a brave face on it, ran and jumped and …. I did it. I was so happy. My feet were intact on the other side. It was soon time for the second round, but this was pushing my luck. I ran, jumped and my feet somehow had contact with the jumping surface hurtling me down to the other side. When the teacher noticed that I could still move my limbs, she decided it was just bad luck. It was the beginning and end of my olympic hopes.

We had ropes swinging in the gym at school and the idea was to climb up to the top. I was so envious of all that could do that. Admittedly my feet never left my legs, but they never climbed the rope. Again I just hoped that the teacher was looking the other way.

However, my life as a sportswoman was not entirely a failure. I was in the land hockey team for the school. I had tried netball, but never found the net and as explained, athletics was not my thing, but hockey. It was like football, but with a stick and I loved football (soccer for those across the pond). I was a right back in the team, and although we had to move, we did not have to move gracefully. The only achievement was to score a goal by hitting the little round wooden ball with the stick. I discovered that this was easy peasy. I was supposed to be in the defence, but if you pushed the ball in the right way you could easily score. I developed my own style and it got me into the school team. OK, I only played in one match and cannot remember if we won or not. There were a few injuries, but we all survived.

Today my agility knows no borders. My movements on the computer keyboard are poetery in motion and my touch screen ability is perfect. You should see me in my wheelchair in third gear, I overtake everyone with the speed of lightening.

Daily Prompt: Agile

11 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Agile

    • I just couldn’t do it. My limbs were attached to the wrong parts of my body and they wouldn’t do what I wanted them to do. But I was a good land hockey player. You didn’t have to be graceful, just wack the ball.

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  1. I was a really fast runner — in fact, my coach wanted my mom to sign a paper to send me to Olympic training camp in the 400 meters. OH well. I liked hurdles, too. Short distances for short people. 🙂 Gymnastics, though? No… Not really. I now understand that when you wear glasses and are severely nearsighted, you can’t see to the sides or below very easily. I was awful. OH well. Good at field hockey and softball, though. Agile on a mountain trail and likely to fall on perfectly flat pavement. 🙂 But how agile do we have to be, really? ❤

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    • I hated all that keep fit stuff at school. I seemed to be the most unfit in the school. We played tennis in the summer, but that was also a waste of time. I could hit the ball, but it always went horizontally towards the sky and never to the opposing partner. Running was an absolute disaster. I think in a way that my physical problems were there from a very early time, but it was then just said you do not exercise enough. I only wore glasses when I was already 40 years old, caused by computer work in the office most probably. My specialist asked if I still visit the physiotherapy. I told him not really, What is the point when I don’t do the exercises at home. I would rather sit at the computer. He nodded in sympathy.

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  2. I so understand. I was not good at any of the sports in our gym classes. I did enjoy volleyball but I wasn’t very good. The only reason I got decent grades in gym was because I did well on the written tests we had on rules, terms, history of a sport, etc. 🙂

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    • I wasn’t interested in gym at all. It was also combined with a lot of inconvenience, especially when we had to travel to various sports grounds as our school did not have the facilities. We did more travelling than actual exercises.

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      • We had to take two years of gym in order to graduate from high school. But our sports were mainly done in our gym. Volleyball, basketball, gymnastics, even a unit on folk dancing (my favorite). We did have to go to the park for softball. 🙂

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  3. I used to love climbing the ropes in gym. Our gym clothes consisted of our long sleeved winter school shirts worn with old fashioned knickers! And every now and then a classmate would forget that it was gym day and forget to bring the gym knickers…

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