33 Centimetres

As one gets older, it can be a challenge to see your toes, let alone be able to touch them. I therefore took it as a sign of reasonable flexibility for an ancient being like myself that I could touch my toes with some ease. Or at least I could, three months ago.

Since my enforced enslavement in the highly restrictive chest brace of doom for eleven weeks, my back muscles have now decided that they don’t want to play the bending game any more and, although I can still see my toes (and, thanks any passing god you fancy, still wiggle them), there is no way I can touch them from a standing position.

As of today, my hand is 33 centimetres away from my twitching toes. Although this may be an average length when it comes to measuring Jock’s genitals, is a substantial distance which I will somehow have to reduce by stretching, cajoling and heating my back muscles over an open fire.

Be assured that, whether you want it or not, you will be appraised of progress.

Comments 🔗

2009-01-20 | Camberley says

You could touch your toes??

2009-01-21 | Spike says

Most certainly. Windsurfing provides many blessings my son, flexibility being one of them.

2009-01-21 | Camberley says

The water’s too cold and I’m too old to start that sort of thing.

2009-01-25 | Jock says

33 cms allows for no flexibility :-)