Knees don’t lie

I was watching a dance video recently and admiring the moves and flexibility of the dancers. Exhilarated by the music and the adrenaline I got up from my chair and decided to try a thing, because hey, who doesn’t love dancing. The big son again, the firstborn, the voice of reason, looked at me unflinchingly and said, ‘Mummy, I don’t think you should,’ and stopped me dead in my tracks. Talk about a killjoy! I slinked away, disappointed but thankful.

There was a time when I could have done anything soca artistes said to do in their songs. Now, when I listen to Fayann’s ‘Feeling to touch de road and buss a wine,’ it remains just that – a feeling.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I could touch the road, touch my toes even touch the ground but not through ‘wining’. I can take all the glucosamine and chondroitin tablets I want and by the way I do, them good ol’ knees ain’t having it.

And listen to this, I bust my brains trying to figure out exactly when these knees started to rebel. Certainly not in my twenties, late thirties maybe, early forties, sigh…who knows. The change was a subtle one indeed, once upon a time I could and now I cannot.

So kudos to you if you can ‘touch the road and buss a wine,’ if you’re anything like me, I can will those knees to bend low as much as I want, they only take me to a comfortable squat level and then it’s back up the road.

P.S. I just procured a bottle of expensive snake oil, stay tuned to find out if it works as well on the knees as it does on the waist.