Multiple Sclerosis inspiration of the aquatic kind
In last week’s blog, I talked about whales. Today’s blog is about seals. Well, a seal, one seal in particular. Who knows, maybe next week I will blog about sharks.
Or maybe crabs.
Let’s hope that if I ever feel the need to blog about crabs is will be of the marine kind, not the cooties kind.
But before I blog about a seal, (a gray harbor seal to be exact like the guy above and not a singer like the guy below,) I must first digress just a bit.
I wouldn’t be much of an MS blogger if I didn’t enjoy MS blogs. In the links section of my website I list some of the ones I regularly follow. I highly recommend you check them out as long as you promise not to like any of them more than you like mine!
(Not really LOL but I didn’t want to come off as too possessive so I hope the LOL tames that envious side.)
On a couple of occasions I have had the chance to meet Rick Conti, a fellow blogger who blogs about MS, his faith and Haiti. Rick really loves to write about Haiti.
His blog is called Limping into the Light.
It was his blog of last week however, that lead me to flop on my bed and hide my head under the pillows in deep shame. His blog and the fact that I was really, really tired.
He blogged about the importance of exercise. Read his post here-Step across the Line.
While I rested his blog stayed in my head, maybe because he was right.
Technically, I know about the importance of exercise.
I know that supposedly it will help me have more energy, (maybe if I exercised more often I could confirm that.) When I started my own blog I talked a lot about my own ‘get fit’ plan that involved veggies, more water and exercise.
I have made more progress on the first two tasks than the last.
The thing is, there are exercises I enjoy, specifically beach walks and using my Wii Fit.
But in addition to the ‘being tired’ excuse there is the old and tired excuse of no time.
Which is exacerbated by MS robbing MS’er’s of precious time in the day.
See what I did there-using the word exacerbated?
Rick’s post continued to haunt me and began to destroy my excuses.
It was my favorite time of year.
It was a beautiful day.
I live only minutes away from one of the ten best beaches in the country.
(I’m not making that up- I’ve read it in travel magazines and on Dr. Beach’s website.)
It was time to get my butt and legs moving again and get back on the exercise bandwagon.
I headed to the beach, parked and used the stairway to walk down the sandy cliff. That was a ton of exercise right there and I wasn’t even on the beach yet!
As I got down to the shore a seal popped up in front of me, very close-maybe only in water waist deep.
The surf was rocky and there are sharks in them waters so I wasn’t going in to splash around with the little guy. But I started walking to the left along the shore and the seal swam alongside me.
He was doing most of his swimming beneath the surface but at least 5 different times he popped his head up, looked directly at me and then dived again. Was it my imagination or was he following me?
It was definitely the same seal as he had distinct markings on his back. Maybe he was checking me out because he thought I was following him? But since I’m drastically out of shape I was not keeping a steady pace and was stopping to rest a time or two (or three or four.)
Yet each time he popped up, he was right beside me.
Since I was enjoying this I walked pretty far. (I always forget about the walk back.) When I realized my seal friend wasn’t about to give me a ride to my car I knew I had to turn back. But I didn’t want to lose him either.
As I was trying to decide what to do, my friend popped up again, looked right at me again and turned around himself. We started heading back together.
After a couple of feet, he reversed direction and I didn’t follow. I just figured our visit was over and kept on my way.
As I walked I realized we had gotten pretty far from any other beach goers. It was then that I saw a guy heading in the opposite direction, walking towards the isolated part of the beach. Was my seal friend trying to warn me to not be alone in that area with this strange guy or have I just watched too many crime shows?
Luckily, I may never know.
I got to the end of my walk, the area where there were lots of people and the stairs back to the parking lot. Right before I turned to walk off the beach. my seal popped up again!!!! He looked at me, seemed to nod his approval and then started swimming off into deeper water, as if saying he would be on his way now.
It was an awesome experience. So much so that I came home, sat my butt down and wrote about it on Facebook. Many people commented, calling my friend things like a guardian seal, a gift from the universe, an angel, a muse, a visit from beyond and lots of other cool things.
Perhaps my seal was none of those things. Perhaps he was all of them. Perhaps he was just a cool fluke-not the flounder fluke, I think my seal friend would eat that fluke, but fluke as in a chance occurrence.
I guess I can’t really be sure what the seal’s true intent was in keeping me company in my attempt to exercise and ‘get fit.’
But I know I enjoyed him.
And, if I’m being honest, no matter what, I need to look at his visit as something even bigger than me. Something, or someone, besides Rick, saying “Get some damn exercise girl!”
And, unfortunately for my tired, busy self, there probably aren’t many excuses to get around that…