Last month, I noticed that one of my neighbors, a fit-looking woman in her early to mid-thirties that resides on the fifth floor in my building, had been walking with a significant limp. Climbing up and down five flights of stairs appeared to be agony for her. Curious and concerned, I asked her what had happened, anticipating a story about some terrible accident she suffered.
Upstairs Neighbor: It’s so embarrassing. I was sitting down, I got up, and I somehow stood on it funny. It’s been hurting me ever since. I’m going to the doctor.
My initial thought was:
Me (thinking): She’s about twenty years younger than me, she’s slender and in shape. If something freak like that can happen to her, what might happen to me if I sit down and get up funny? Could I break a leg?
Me: I hope you get well soon.
She thanked me, we parted ways and I made a mental note:
Me: This is a warning sign that you absolutely, positively, no ifs, ands, or buts must start working out again.
Then, I resumed my sluggish ways. A few days later, it felt like a sleeping squirrel had woken out of a sound slumber behind my right kneecap and was trying to make a break for it with its sharp teeth. In other words, it was a strange sensation that hurt. Since the weather was also pleasant I refused to let my discomfort force me to stay housebound. I simply had to leave my hovel and take a walk; I had to make an effort to burn off some flab (famous last words).
There I was, dragging my hobbled right leg up West 84th Street toward Columbus Avenue, when I encountered a delightful display of outdoor art produced by children attending P.S. 9.
I was so intrigued with their witty and entertaining sculptures I completely forgot about whatever it was gnawing at me from behind my kneecap.
Who knew that just looking at imaginative kid art would be therapeutic?
I hope whatever was lurking behind my kneecap will continue to forget about me.
If only looking at art could gift me with fitness, but I suppose I shouldn’t grouse, at least I didn’t need to ride an ambulance home.
Meanwhile, check out more of the whimsical kid art that may or may not be packed with magical healing power.