The Importance of Daily Stretching—Reducing the Effects of Aging Part II

I’ve been doing an extra amount of stretching lately. It wasn’t planned. It’s just become a necessity.

Just as my right knee was beginning to show signs of returning to normal post-arthroscopy, I somehow managed to muck up my left knee.

So, now I’m dealing with a severe hamstring strain, severe lower leg pain, and knee instability, which leads me to believe that there’s something going on internally, structure-wise.

 

But since I know there’s a hamstring involved, that means extra, daily, MILD stretching to keep the muscle and tendon elongated for healing. If I don’t do that, then I run the risk of scar tissue healing in a shortened muscle state, which means whenever I stress it in the future, the scar tissue will likely tear again, I’ll get more bleeding in the muscle and subsequent re-injury. It will be a never-ending, ugly cycle of tear, bleed, repeat.

The reason that happens is that muscle doesn’t heal well. If you have a decent muscle strain, which involves tearing and a void in the muscle belly, you will usually get scar tissue replacing the muscle—hard, tough, non-elastic scar tissue. That’s why you want that muscle on a stretch during healing, so the scar tissue formed will be long and less likely to tear again with muscle contraction.

 

Get yourself a helpful stretching reference—

To help me in my recovery, I’ve pulled a book off my library shelf to help me in my efforts, one we considered to be the gold standard for stretching.

Stretching by Bob Anderson. He even does the illustrations, which are simple, straightforward, and easy to comprehend. It’s a fabulous book that I had to purchase as a textbook in college. It really is stretching 101 for beginners to advanced athletic participants and exercisers.

You can pick up the 30th anniversary edition, which has been expanded for home office and computer users as well as wheelchair athletes. It’s still the one recommended by sports professionals.

 

Here’s what the back cover blurb says,

“This is the book that people tell their friends about, that trainers suggest for virtually every sport and activity, and that medical professionals recommend to people just starting to get back in shape. Stretching first appeared in 1980 as a new generation of Americans became committed to running, cycling, aerobic training, and workouts in the gym — all of which are commonplace now.

It features stretching routines specific to a variety of people, including sports enthusiasts, travelers, children, gardeners, and people in wheelchairs. There is also an abbreviated version of each routine for people in a hurry, new information on the stretching vs. warming up debate, and new and improved drawings. This 30th anniversary edition features two-color inks to better define the muscle groups helped by each stretching exercise. A new section focuses on office fitness exercises, helpful for both home and office computer users.”

 

If you’re up against a muscle injury, make sure you add ice treatment to the stretching regimen. I often ice while stretching or ice afterward. And you really want to make sure you’re doing static, not bounce stretching for an injury. You don’t want little microscopic tears adding to the problem.

Stretching is a must for injury recovery, as long as you aren’t too eager and end up doing more damage. But it’s important at any age and stage of life to keep your muscles, tendons and joints healthy, lubricated, and working at their peak for you.

I can’t stress that enough. Get up and get out and stretch that body! All of it. Consider getting a buddy to stretch with. Teammates help each other stretch all of the time. Do you remember sitting toe-to-toe with a classmate in gym class and stretching each other back and forth?

I have a stretch buddy, myself. Although she hinders my stretching efforts more than helps them. She’s so adorable I can’t refuse her. And she gets my day going with a good belly laugh!

 

Every time I lean over to do leg stretches, my Shetland sheepdog, Dolly, thinks I’m leaning over to play with her. She doesn’t give up or relent, either. So I often pick her up and swing her back and forth while I’m doing side-to-side stretching. Her legs motor mid-air at a mile-a-minute, and she tries to lick me to death.

If I really want to concentrate and focus, I have to put her outside or seal myself in my bedroom. Our cat, Tibbs, used to help my younger son stretch—by strolling over and parking himself on Cory’s chest when he lay down on the floor to stretch. Cory said stretching never was the same after that precious tabby of ours died.

 

Good stretching memories!

 

Whatever age and stage of activity (or injury recovery) you’re in, you WILL benefit immensely from daily stretching. And you will benefit from Bob Anderson’s book. I promise. (I do not make any money from referrals or promotions of his book.)

 

NEXT WEEK I’ll tell you about a new stretching program being offered at my massage therapy facility. Sounds interesting, and evidently it’s been developed after a lot of research and professional input. I’m excited to give it a test run, but I’ll need to wait until I can completely bend this left knee to participate.

Hopefully I won’t need to recover from yet another surgery first!

 

Until then, keep those limbs and joints moving,

Andrea

 


Andrea Arthur Owan is an award-winning inspirational writer, fitness pro and chaplain. She writes and works to help people live their best lives—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

How to Make the Most Out of Life: Building Friendships

Want to broaden and strengthen your friendships and relationships? It could be one of the most important things you do to make you physically, emotionally and spiritually healthier.

 

Last month we started a series on developing and building friendships, something all of us need. Even the most righteous and Spirit-filled believer needs someone with skin on her. Even our Lord had His special twelve, and his intimate three. Why would we think we could go it alone?

Last week we looked at taking the first step on that journey: taking your whole person into account. Rather than take a shotgun or dart-throwing approach to friendship building, we need to know ourselves—our strengths, weaknesses, desires and needs—as we embark on friendship finding and building. In a nutshell, we need to discriminate based on that list.

 

Getting practical and proactive in friendship building—

After you’ve taken your whole person into account and made a thorough personal assessment, you can move forward. Today we’ll look at two suggestions for friendship building.

 

  1. Get yourself out there!

You won’t make too many friends, or strengthen old friendships, if you don’t get busy and get visible. Some of the best ways are to:

  • Try something new—a painting or drawing class, taking music lessons, joining an exercise class that gives you the opportunity to interact with others.
  • Volunteer—join a board that works to achieve something you hold near and dear to your heart. When I volunteered at the local food bank, I had the pleasure of meeting all sorts of interesting people and even having the opportunity to interact with some of them outside of the volunteer setting.
  • A friend of mine who recently moved to another state got busy joining the local Newcomers Club, a church and one of its small groups, and Bible study. She also has a knack for talking to nearly every new person she meets, so she quickly racked up new friends and opportunities.
  • Join a hobby group—our younger son, who is 24, recently commented to my husband that he realized the one thing that was missing from his life was a hobby. My husband laughed, probably because he has too many hobbies going. “I really need a hobby,” Cory said. He correctly views a healthy hobby as one that helps him release work stress and engage his mind in different ways than his work does. It’s a win-win physically, emotionally and spiritually.

 

  1. Find a place to gather with others.

People tend to like having a place to go to meet others, and it needs to be a comfortable place. Your local Mexican restaurant is likely not it. Why? That type of environment is too noisy and too busy to be able to focus on others and share your heart. Some places that make gathering locales are:

  • Library activity rooms—a writers group I belong to meets every Friday in a nearby library. It has been a fabulous place to meet others and make some new friends.
  • Quiet coffee shops
  • Parks
  • Community Centers
  • Meet-up Groups
  • Church rooms available for meetings
  • House rotation—have others over for tea, lunch or dinner and then ask others to host at their homes, if they are able. That way one person doesn’t feel burdened with hosting every time. We rotate between homes in one of my writing groups. And if someone needs to bow out at the last minute for some reason, another member quickly jumps in to fill that roll. There are only five of us, so it’s a close-knit group.

 

Think of other places you can meet, or groups you might want to start.

In response to a prompting I felt from the Lord, I started a small women’s group about a decade ago. We met at my home the second Saturday of every month and arranged occasional get-togethers with the family members in our backyard. Grilling, swimming and dining on S’mores made over an outdoor fire pit are quick ways to form friendships! The group last seven to eight years, and we opened our hearts to one another and formed special bonds. We studied the Bible together and prayed fervently for one another. When one of us had family issues or faced illnesses or death, we circled the wagons around one another for support.

 

As you read this post, does anything come to mind that you’d enjoy or think you’d like to start? Pray about it and about the people you think the Lord would like you to be-friend or gather with.

 

He knows best what your needs are.

 

Next week we’ll look at two more ways to bolster friendship building.

Until then, check library bulletin boards, community center activities pages, and Google search for meet-up groups in your area. You’ll probably be surprised to find the number of activities that will spark your interest.

 

Blessings,

Andrea


Andrea Arthur Owan is an award-winning inspirational writer, fitness pro and chaplain. She writes and works to help people live their best lives—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

How to Build Friendships: Taking the Whole Person Into Account

In this over-saturated, social media-driven world, we are finding ourselves lost, lonely, depressed and needing to return to the basics of life. (Anyone remember the song with that title by 4Him? I’ll supply the link at the end of this post.)

 

Building friendships and having a rich life—

Last month we started a series on developing and building friendships, something all of us need. Even the most righteous and Spirit-filled believer needs someone with skin on her. Even our Lord had His special twelve, and his intimate three. Why would we think we could go it alone?

 

First things first—

When you’re looking to make new friendships, deepen old ones, or considering whether or not a friendship has run its course (yes, that does happen), the first thing you can examine is you.

 

Take your whole person into account.

 

You’ll want to take a deep, introspective look at the five components of you, as a human being. Those components are:

  • Physical
  • Intellectual
  • Emotional
  • Social
  • Spiritual

These five components are needs you have. Needs that—when addressed and enriched—can provide you with a healthy, well-balanced and happy life.

To get started, you might ask yourself the following questions?

  1. What is my current physical (health) state, and what do I need to do to improve or maintain it? What kind of physical activities do I enjoy and does my body respond positively to? What physical activities enhance my other needs?
  2. How can I stimulate my intellectual side and keep my brain and cognitive functions active and as young as possible? (Physical activity is important for this too.) Would I like to learn a new language? Learn to play a musical instrument? Take a gourmet cooking class? An art class?
  3. Would I make new friends and receive more social stimulation if I join a fitness class or a local hiking or cycling group? Would museum memberships or outings stimulate my brain? What about book clubs, or newcomers club if I’ve recently moved to a new area?
  4. Is there a fellowship or Bible study group I could join that would enrich me in multiple areas—intellectual, emotional, social, and spiritual? A volunteer position?
  5. Is there something you and a current friend can do together? A friend of mine has a weekly, standing lunch date with another friend of hers. Sometimes they sit for hours and chat while eating. Gathering around a meal is one of the best ways to learn about one another and deepen friendships.

 

This same friend and I had a marvelous day at the zoo on the first day of spring this year. I’d been lamenting the fact that my boys were grown and gone, and we would no longer celebrate the first day of spring together with a “spring fling” day, when I’d give them the day off from home schooling, and we’d hit the zoo and swings at a local park.

But while languishing in my self-pity, the Lord reminded me that I wasn’t dead yet and that I could still celebrate spring fling day with a friend. We had a glorious time together, and ALL of the animals (except the rhino) were out on full, happy display for us on the gorgeous first day of spring. It was truly a day made in heaven! I even took pictures and texted them to the boys. “You’re at the ZOO!” came the return texts. Sharing the day with them that way resurrected some sweet memories for them. And I made a precious new one with a special friend!

It was a stimulating day physically, (3 weeks post-surgery, I hobbled around in a knee brace), emotionally, intellectually, socially, and spiritually.

A win-win all around!

 

Your turn—

Spend some time this week meditating on which areas/needs you’re not meeting and jotting down some ideas that could get you going in meeting them. Really take your whole person into account.

And here’s that YouTube video of the song—

 

 

 

Next week we’ll talk about getting out there and finding places to gather.

 

Blessings,

Andrea

The Millennial Falcon in our Backyard

We have a problem child residing in our backyard, and he’s not the human variety.

It turns out that peregrine falcons also have problems with getting their offspring to exit the nest.

Actually, it’s been hysterical watching the frustrating process.

The precarious transition of a baby falcon to adult—

The first time we noticed that there was a baby falcon living in our eucalyptus tree, it was because the adults (parents) were dive-bombing our black lab every time he was outside in their vicinity. Hami wasn’t deterred, though, and continued to make himself visible and noisy.

Then, nearly two weeks ago, I came home one afternoon to find a peregrine falcon perched on the edge of my roof, leaning against our fireplace brick. He peered down upon me as I drove to the garage. As soon as I slowed down to look at him, he swiftly pivoted and ran back across the roof in the direction of the tree. And that was the first thing that seemed odd to me.

 

He didn’t fly back to the tree, as they usually do. He sprinted, as though he didn’t have wings.

He also had tufts sticking straight up from his head that gave me the impression he was a young falcon shedding some baby feathers.

 

Several days later, as Chris and I enjoyed a cooling-off session in the pool (it’s extreme heat time here in the Southwest), we watched our two resident falcons come soaring back to the tree. Then another followed suit. Two coasted easily into the confines of the tree branches. The other one got snagged up on the low-hanging branches and flapped and swung and flapped and swung in vane. Finally, he dropped out of the tree and stood on the dead grass. When I got out of the pool, I slowly walked up the steps and sat on the patio couch to watch him. His wings hung limply out from his sides. So much so that I thought they were injured.

Concerned, I watched him several minutes before rising and moving toward him. At that point, he hopped across the grass and flew—sort of—to the nearby metal fence. Then he flew awkwardly to our back wall. Up to that time, I was considering a call to the game and fish department, or the Sonoran Desert Museum to see if they could lasso an injured falcon. But Chris and I realized he wasn’t injured.

 

He was afraid to fly!

 

Since then, Chris and I have watched daily as the young falcon sits on the edge of our dog’s water bowl, inches from our glass bedroom door, with his tail feathers dipped in the water; watched him as he watches us between the sliding glass door separating us from him on our back patio and our bedroom; watched him perch on a patio chair within safe distance from his parents and his tree—the only home he’s ever known.

Then Chris watched a frustrated parent squawk at him from our rooftop, while the other parent sat next to him on our olive tree branch, trying valiantly to boot him off the branch into flight by butting her head against her progeny’s back end. But the adolescent wasn’t about to take flight. He sat stubbornly on the branch, unmoved and unmoving.

 

But in the last several days, progress has been seen. The three of them leave the tree together to hunt and return effortlessly to the tree. Picked-clean animal carcasses litter the tree base. He’s finding himself comfortable in a variety of places on our patio, including the furniture.

Last Thursday morning, Chris was treated to what he described as “an air show.” The three falcons zoomed back and forth around our acre property in Blue Angel-like flight formation. Clearly, the offspring is growing into his wings. Indeed, he seems to be realizing he has splendid, useful ones.

And it seems, from our limited perspective, that his parents are patiently guiding him every step of the way, sticking closely enough—but not too closely—to boost his confidence. Squawking out encouragement from various vantage points around the yard. (It’s gotten pretty noisy back there.)

 

When we told the story to one of our older sons college friends, she laughed and labeled him “the millennial falcon.” Thus he’s been christened.

Maybe he’ll finally venture out and find a home of his own, and a mate with which to share flying fun and a family. Or maybe he’ll decide he’s got pretty good digs in our backyard and will only move down to a lower rung to set up shop, living in the “basement” level of the 80-foot eucalyptus. Multi-generational family is back in vogue right now, mostly out of necessity. But it does have its advantages.

Either way, we have a burgeoning aviary in our backyard and are blessed to be witness to this spectacle. It’s been delightfully entertaining!

 

Benefits for me—

It’s been educational, to see how one member of the animal world trains and supports its offspring. The ties that bind has a new meaning for, and I’m thinking a lot about how much more our adult boys seem to need us—and our advice—than they ever did (or wanted) before.

And I’m ruminating on how different children need vastly different techniques in child rearing and releasing, depending upon their abilities, their personalities, and their confidence. Clearly, they are not all able, or interested, in leaving the nest at the same age, or at the age we’ve arbitrarily deemed the mandatory release date.

 

As parents, sometimes we need to squawk reprimands, sometimes we need to cajole, sometimes we need to sympathize, protect, and encourage.

Sometimes we need to sit back, observe, and not interfere.

 

It’s a delicate job that needs a ton of wisdom and discernment from our heavenly Father to do well. And a heap of patience and forgiveness (from both parent and child sides) as we walk this lifelong road together. Because once we’re parents, we never stop being parents.

And even though they achieve adulthood, they never stop being our children.

It’s a blessing we must never take for granted.

 

Our faithful, long-suffering backyard dwellers are demonstrating and reinforcing a lot of what I already knew but didn’t always do well.

 

I’m looking on the animal world a little differently now, with more appreciation and camaraderie. And more than a few chuckles and outright belly laughs.

 

I had no idea how much we could relate to one another.

This entire process could be less stressful and more successful if we’d just let it.

Until next week,

Enjoy the animal creatures in your midst!

Blessings,

Andrea

What Kind of Christian Message Are You Sending Others?

It was the kind of behavior that made us angry, and embarrassed Christians.

On our return flight from Seattle, where we spent ten heavenly days visiting our twenty-something cherubs, my husband had an encounter with the woman occupying an exit-row seat next to him. She had the middle seat, while her husband languished at the window. My husband relished extending his six-foot, one-inch frame in the aisle seat. I, however, was enjoying life in first class, where my selfless spouse had deposited me after cashing in one of his bucket full of available upgrades.

As the other passengers boarded the plane, the woman’s controlling personality immediately emerged.

During boarding, a flight attendant made an announcement that the plane had the new, roomier overhead luggage compartments. Fliers were instructed to put their luggage in them wheels first and then turn the bags sideways, so they rested on their sides. That allowed for more bags to be placed in each compartment—side-by-side.

 

There were two problems: The announcement was made only once, so not all of the passengers heard him; and I think most of the boarding fliers were so pre-occupied with finding their seats that they only half-heard, or half-understood the instructions.

But never fear! My husband’s eagle-eyed row mate appointed herself the luggage compartment-inserter inspector and corrected every passenger’s improper loading technique within her crosshairs. After a half-dozen such instructions, my husband said, “It’s okay. I think it’ll get worked out.” To which she vehemently disagreed. He repeated himself more firmly and told her the flight attendant would make sure it would be done correctly. After all, that is one of their jobs. She quieted down but was not pleased.

She went back to her big Bible, which she had pulled out and opened up to read as soon as she sat down. Her husband was busy reading his Bible too. Chris couldn’t tell if he was oblivious to her behavior or trying to ignore it.

Then, during the special instruction time all exit-row occupants must receive per FAA regulations—where the attendant asks each of you whether or not you would be able to assist in the event the doors need to be opened and are willing to help others exit the plane, this woman brushed off the flight attendant trying to get her attention with a dismissive hand wave, so she could stay focused on her Bible.

 

To get this Bible-reading woman’s attention, the attendant had to lean across my husband and get in the woman’s face and sternly say, “No, you’re going to stop what you’re doing right now and pay attention to me and give me a response, or I’m going to have you move to another seat.”

The woman harrumphed in irritation but complied.

Then, not long after takeoff, she reached up and turned off my husband’s air conditioning vent. After several seconds of stunned silence, he said, “That’s my air vent.”

The woman practically sneered at him, as she replied, “No, it’s not.”

“Oh, yes, yes, it is. You see,” my husband pointed to each vent as he said, “this one is mine and you have one and your husband has one. You can control yours.” He reached back up and swiveled the air nozzle to open.

This woman’s domineering behavior would not be suppressed. She reached up and shut of my husband’s vent again. My husband has a fuse a mile long, but he’d had enough. He leaned over and said in his most authoritative tone: “If you do that again, I’m going to call the flight attendant.”

Clearly unaccustomed to people standing up for themselves, she leaned back and responded with an elongated, exaggerated “Welll!”

But the air vent stayed on, and Chris rode home in comfort, with no additional problems from the Bible-reading row mate.

 

Until just prior to landing in Phoenix, when the Bible reader patted my husband’s arm and said, “You just don’t understand how we choose to live.”

My husband grinned. “Oh, you’d be surprised.”

Her mouth flew open.

 

Unfortunately, this isn’t the first sorry interaction we’ve had with self-righteous Bible readers. We have plenty of stories just like it on our bad behavior examples list. That kind of behavior—and worse—drove our two boys away from gathering together in weekly worship at a congregation, and still keeps them away. They could no longer stand the hypocrisy within the church doors. I don’t know if they’ll ever go back.

 

It angers me.

 

Now, this woman might not have been a Christian. She might have been a Jehovah’s Witness. They’re notorious for carrying their Bibles with them wherever they go, making them visible, and spending every available moment reading them together. They don’t usually have much friendly interaction with those around them, either, unless they have to.

Or they might have been Mormon, but the Mormons are usually the friendliest, most polite apples in the barrel, so I’m going to guess they weren’t Joseph Smith devotees.

 

I’m going to sigh, and guess that they count themselves as true believers and the woman as someone who needs to control everyone else to feel in control. I can only imagine how she’s kept her husband and kids in line.

It’s a lesson to all of us to follow Paul’s admonitions to:

  • Err on the side of love;
  • Consider others as more important than yourself;
  • Be slow to speak, slow to anger; and, as Jesus said,
  • Be as sly as a serpent but as harmless as a dove.

 

Of course, I could fill pages with other Biblical instructions that say pretty much the same thing: Remember the One you represent, be filled with the Spirit (love, joy, patience, peace, long-suffering, etc.), and do not grieve the Holy Spirit by your words or actions.

Certainly, we can’t all be patient and perfect at all times, but it’s a lesson to all of us Christ-followers that others are watching, and so is the Lord.

Be careful that you don’t do anything that might bring shame upon Him, or drive others away from Him.

 

But there are other things about this that niggle at me:

Why does it always seem to be the women that are the most controlling? Where did we learn such behavior, who taught it to us, and why do we feel a need to be that way?

Thoughts to consider and make a personal evaluation on.

 

Hope you’re enjoying your summer! We’re breathlessly awaiting the monsoon rains here in the Southwest. The clouds are building, so we should be enjoying heat relief soon!

Until next week,

Andrea

“Certainly there was an Eden….We all long for it, and we are constantly glimpsing it.” —J.R.R. Tolkien