Tree Climber-Old Timer

Last night I tried to climb a tree. Something I haven’t done in years and shouldn’t have attempted at my age now.

There was a thunderstorm in Georgia and you could see the lightning in the distance. A wonderful breeze was blowing and I was out walking and I saw the cherry tree swaying…inviting me to climb up and enjoy the dance. I stood at the bottom of it and looked up. It’s not a very big tree, about 2 feet  or so around and the branches are big enough to support me. I reached up to try and grab the first branch and couldn’t. It would require shimmying to reach it.

When I was young I could hit a tree running full out and shimmy up it like a monkey. I swear. I was the best tree climber in the neighborhood bar none. I spent hours in trees. I had trees all over San M that I named and climbed. I was Jane looking for my Tarzan.

So in light of that, I figured it should still be a piece of cake even 30 or so years later. Kind of like riding a bike, you never forget, right? I have climbed trees off and on throughout the years but they’ve always been relatively easy to get into. I didn’t see a problem.

Huh. I jumped, grabbed the tree with my hands and put my feet on either side of the trunk to start my shimmy. Something popped in both the muscles on the insides of my legs and they gave away and I did a body smack into the tree. I should have stopped there but I was not daunted. I dug around in the dark in the garage (God forbid anyone see me doing this) until I found my tin pail that I use to wash the car. Tipped it over next to the tree and stood on it and was just able to reach that first branch. I grabbed it with one hand and tried the shimmy again. Those muscles that popped? They screamed at me this time – they tried to warn me but I was so close that I pushed them some more.

I hung there for about 3 minutes – okay – make it 30 seconds – and I could feel my arms trembling and my legs were shaking and I knew there was no way I was going to get my body up far enough to get to the next branch. I looked longingly into those branches above me and really wanted to get up there. I was astounded that I could not do it and disgusted with myself at the same time. I dropped the six feet – I mean – one foot – to the ground and my legs would not support me and I ended up on my hands and knees, really miserable.

I continued with my walk and vowed to try again another time. Soon. After my muscles quit hurting. After I do a few push ups and weight lifting. I’m even going to try and ride my bike more.

I know I can still do that.

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2 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    sil said,

    what a wonderful story and a absolutely beautiful picture to bring one’s mind right into it.

  2. 2

    Doe said,

    Aw thanks. And don’t even think the next time you’re over that I’m going to attempt to climb it in front of you! LOL


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