Grooming Athletes

I have been down in the back for part of the week.

I wounded myself carrying tubs for the mustache bash 

and then escalated the situation
 with a poor attempt at some kick boxing.

Tuesday I went to lunch
 with my mom, sisters, and daughters.

When we were leaving 
I thought my leg was asleep 
from sitting too long with it crossed.

Later in the day,
 I declared my left sandal was too big 

and I now despised it 
because it flopped when I walked.

Only hours later

after I had showered 
and was greasing up my trunks

did I realize my left calf was numb

and so was the top of that foot.

Captain Observant I am not.

Dr. Abbie has adjusted me.
She has diagnosed 

it is my L5 that is ticked off.

Or Elle Five as I like to call it

because I feel like a woman.
She informed me as the inflammation lessens
the numbness will subside
and pain will start in my low back.
Yup, it has. 
That is why I pay her the big bucks.
Well actually I don't pay her but 
you get my drift.
 I have had to back off parts of my training.

Training for the Olympics, that is. 

My girls and I are gymnastic fans.

It comes from the old HS cheer days.

We like to think of ourselves as retired 

but still able to perform if we inclined to.
Shuttie and give us that.

When they were young

we would gather in front of the TV

with score pads and judge the Miss USA pageant.

If there was a gymnast in the talent portion

that contestant got huge props. 
We have a soft spot for the sport
and judging the participants.
We also are huge Cirque du Soleil fans.
Give us somebody in a leotard in a freak position
and we will pay big bucks to observe.

I am hoping to pass this love on to the littles.

Possibly one day we will have some tumblers

or even some true acrobats.

We are not ones to let a small thing like back jack

stand in our way of preparation.
Plus our uniforms are super fly.