Action
For every action there is a reaction. It is the law of common sense. The action I have taken on our front yard is showing the reaction of beautiful new green spears of the Kentucky Blue Grass. Sweet.
The action of me using my potato fork for consecutive days digging Crab grass has the reaction of shin splints. As long as I was doing it repetitively every day all was well. Once I no longer was using those muscles they decided to let me know what they thought of my hellbent war on Crab grass. They decided to buck a bit and tighten up.
It has been about five days and I know now that I will be able to walk normally again. The last time I pulled a stunt like this was when the four of us kids got clamp-on roller skates for a Christmas present. There had been enough hay used from the haymow that the bare boards could be swept. We couldn’t wait until after supper to climb the ladder into the haymow. Needless to say it took sturdy shoes to make the skates stay in place. Night after night, there was no worry of where we were. Our Christmas school vacation went all too fast.
The first day back to school as we headed down the gravel road for Rural District 34, I thought I would die. The weather was too mild to have Dad give us a ride. My legs felt as if they could give out from underneath me at any time. I suffered in silence as I didn’t want to give up the fun.
Yup . . . that was me then and that is me now. All things in moderation is something I am still working on. I don’t have any regrets about this latest bout of shin splints. I got it done in time to now have had two different rain showers help with the grass seed in addition to some sprinkler time. By the way . . . Dennis just shook his head. This time as well, I kept my mouth shut and hoped I didn’t have to get anywhere too fast. Silly ole Grammie.
It comes down to the brain saying . . . “I think I can, I think I can.” Sure enough, I can. I need to remember the reactions of my actions.
Take care and know your capabilities. I am still working on that.