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But my history has begun to catch up with me. In particular, 30 years of prednisone use for kidney transplants has exacted its cost in weakened tendons and porous bones. I’m prone to annoying little injuries and pains. Mostly they go away after a while.
Then a few months back, while doing an exercise prescribed by a chiropractor, something went “spang” in my right buttock. For the next six weeks I had to deal with a blazing sciatic pain. Before that pain was solved, I had surgery to repair an old rotator cuff injury. Result: No stretching or exercise for a period of weeks. Enforced immobility for a month with one arm in a sling.
The worst part of an arm in a sling? It’s not tasks. You can learn to compensate for reaches and grasps. It’s balance. You use your arms unconsciously as you move around to keep your center of gravity in order. With one arm fixed (and, for a period, painful), you bump into things. You stumble. You feel like a clumsy fool.
And exercise — well, now that prideful smirk is gone from my mug. Let alone not being able to touch my toes, for several weeks, I couldn’t even reach my knees. It hurt. It still hurts. With pain comes discouragement, and with discouragement comes, all too easily, despair, the feeling that maybe this is it, that nothing is left but the long slide down.
Routine exercise scratches the same sort of psychological itch as practicing a musical instrument. And, like musical practice, the habit of exercise is easily lost. Happily, I have a long history of working out (and practice) to call on. I like noodling around with physical skills, analyzing them, improving them, observing them, and then doing it again the next day.
So I am exercising again. But oh, the humility. Last year, I could shoot a jump shot. This year, I can’t open a child-proof medicine bottle.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
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The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
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