I am moving with the grace and speed of a 78-year-old man today.
I pulled several muscles in my lower back last week, and re-aggravated them last night when I tried to go for a jog on the treadmill. I grossly underestimated my body’s ability to keep up with a pro-athlete-level workout (a la the Intensity program). So, I will literally be “Taking It Easy” for the next week or two, in terms of physical labor.
Thus, my gratitude today is for the quality mattress upon which I sleep & rest (a luxury that I did not always possess). Between my sophomore and junior year of college, I spent the summer living in Geneseo. As I was moving out of the dorms and into residential housing, I needed to provide for my own furniture. Luckily for me (and my wallet), a friend of a friend who was graduating had a twin mattress and frame she no longer needed, so I snapped it up FO’ FREE.
The bed had been all fine and good for the student disposing of it, being a petite female with modest partying habits. After a few months, however, I found that this cheap twin frame was decidedly not meant for the type of use I subjected it to. For most of my second semester that year I slept on a half-broken mattress with a twisted frame (being too broke/lazy/usually drunk to care). That next summer I again spent in Geneseo, and we ritualistically burned the mattress in our stone driveway, along with all the other junk furniture we had accumulated over the year.
So finally before the start of my senior year, I received a quality, adult-sized mattress as a birthday gift that summer. She is still with me to this day, and she has served me well. And I am grateful for it. Gratitude can come in many shapes and sizes, and today mine is bed-shaped. Now for a warm bath to soothe my damaged, aching body.