I Finally Realized Why it was Important for Me to Touch My Toes

They would need to work together with my hands later in life.

Photo by Isaac Quesada on Unsplash

Okay, those aren’t my or my wife’s feet, but they do make a point. As I’ve gotten older my feet are learning new tasks. One in particular. My feet are taking on some tasks that used to be cared for by my hands.

I found myself picking up an object with my toes rather than bending over and picking it up with my hands. And it’s not that my hands have balked at picking up objects. It’s sort of the result of a variety of body parts going into semi-retirement.

My back doesn’t feel like bending over, but my back would point its proverbial finger at my gut. My gut has taken on an expanded role in some cases and an expanded roll in appearance. I’m not sure that this dispute between my back and my gut is going to be resolved.

And it’s left to my feet to leap (so to speak) into the void.

The changing relationship of body parts has we get older

Basically, my feet have become extensions of my hands and pick up ground clutter. My wife has longer toes than I do which I think would give her a natural advantage in this, but that’s a family dispute. It’s like I’m playing that crane gain in restaurants where kids try to get a prize…