Toronto, Ontario
A
Good Old Game
I got a little bold today with
walking. Temperatures have risen to a
greater level of tolerance and my seized-up thighs were able to handle the more
and more relaxed climate. I walked out
of Simon’s clinic, a place where Simon did some great work on me, with, once
again, needles. The left knee is
irritable and when Simon, a man who knows his stuff, examined it, he saw there was
an unwanted curvature to my left leg.
I immediately could identify the culprit or
cause of this irregularity. It is that
notorious TT, the ‘Terrible Tilt’. This
last summer I struggled with walking the slant of the road’s shoulder. Naturally, months of this will take a toll.
“Am I the only one with that curve or
crookedness?”
“No! You’re not!” And that’s all Simon
said. It reminded me of a game as a
kid—Simon Says. So Simon says, “Sit
down!” So I did—this is not now a game. Simon says, “Breathe in.” So I did.
Simon says, “No, collapse.” I
did. Simon says, “Breathe in. Chest out.
Then collapse.” I did all that
Simon said.
I was feeling better after all he
said. With confidence I trod east on
Bloor Street near High Park for some good city blocks. I did thank Simon, by the way, and paid a
modest fee. I felt like my old self
coming back with a minor limp. I swore
to myself that from here on I’ll avoid the TT and stick to level trails.
Keep that in mind Monk! I take shelter of Krishna.
May the Source be with you!
4 km
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