I actually posted this two days later than the date will suggest, on Jan 20th 2011, but it was written on the afternoon of the 18th.
Today's visualization exercise became a wonderful mix between meditation exercise, breathing, imagining myself running around the CMU track over and over again, fast, very fast, moving my joints to their utmost capacity and have them perform superbly, imagining myself jumping up and down and rolling forward when landing over and over again, due to happiness of living, of moving, of being fully healthy. As I imagined it more strongly, I moved my joints to the motions of my mind, creating a stronger link between my body and my mind. Faster and faster, I imagined myself jumping forward, so I boosted my arms forward and grabbed one of the metallic bars over the bed. I pulled my whole body with them, breathing calmly and deeply all the time. Then as part of the body movement of jumping, I swung my arms backwards as far as they went, and kept both of them at the same level, grabbing another one of the metallic bars behind me. I kept them there for a long time. As I kept on breathing and felt energy course through my body, I felt stronger, and I released them to grab the next bar further, stretching my arm in healing further. Breathing kept my feelings calm and gave me strength, so I released those and grabbed the bar further away. For a while I thought this was the last one I'd reach, but another sudden surge of determination made me pull my arm one bar further, and I kept it there for as long as my body felt well. I felt some extra-movement being done by my shoulder and back in order to keep that position, but I tried to keep the compensation to a minimum, in order to work the critical area the most.
Excited about the results of the visualization, I had an urge to describe it in writing right away, but then I got a stronger urge to go walk outside and exercise my knees, legs, and ankles. I went outside, but something was different than the previous days. I did not feel the routine of doing the same thing over again - some kind of focus, or lack thereof, had taken over me, and I decided to follow the street until I reached a blue police light that seemed far away - about 4 blocks. So I went ahead and walked all the way to that police light, looking at houses I had never noticed before. Many spanish names on the mailboxes, many spanish signs, and a picture of El Chavo del Ocho clearly reminded me that this neighborhood is primarily hispanic-inhabited.
Upon reaching the police light I aimed for, I noticed something awesome: a playground for children, immediately beside the elementary school my brother used to study at. I was excited by the possibilities of exercising my muscles and joints at the swings and other games there, so I excitedly crossed the street and walked to the swings. I began to swing back and forth, pushing myself off the ground with my cane. It did quite a decent job of bringing me up to a certain height, but then I decided I wanted to swing faster, so I pushed myself off with my feet. It did not hurt to do it, so I kept on doing so. After a while, I was swinging fast and happy, looking around at the residential area around the playground. I saw two very small girls, no older than 6 years old, fully covered in winter attire, walking together through the playground. I saw stop signs, cars, streets, fences, houses - the usual views. Somehow though, looking at them while swinging made everything look more exciting.
I looked up at the chains holding my swing, and I saw a bit of something that looked like a chain sticking out of the actual chain. Fear of falling and breaking something else caught hold of me, so I decided to try to stop. I didn't my trust my feet to safely brake all of a sudden, so I slowed myself down gradually at each swing, and then all of a sudden I put all my weight to stop me completely. This hurt my knee slightly, but not too much.
Then I went to the other games in the playground, and I caught sight of a high handle on which to grab onto that slides from one side to another. I decided this would be excellent exercise for my arm, so I held on to it with both my arms and tried to hang on for a long while. It was very hard to get a complete stretch on my right arm because it stung when I pulled too much. I tried this a few times until I noticed a small snowy wind was coming from the west, and I was starting to feel the cold around me and in my hands. So then I walked back to the house.
And now I just came back, sat on the bed, checked my empty e-mail inbox, and wrote this story.
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