Lyn Lindbergh
Mar 2, 20192 min
Updated: Mar 3, 2019
I know, it's not a secret. Staying flexible and maintaining mobility is something we all need to do for an entire life. I don't care if you're 12 years old, or 112 years old. FLEXIBILITY is IMPORTANT. We know this, and it's the core of what has become my zany hobby.
It's quirky, but I don't care. Whenever I can, I pause and stretch in places that are unconventional for that type of activity. That's right, I sit myself down just about anywhere and reach for my toes. I've stretched in storms, on slimy rocks, over a cactus, near total strangers, and I'm just beginning. On a good day I also snap a photo or convince a friend to join me in my crazy. Then each Sunday I share a SUNDAY STRETCH post that makes me smile. It's an odd hobby - but in a good way.
A few weeks ago I was walking through downtown Seattle by The Great Wheel and I came across a street drummer who had a rockin' beat going on. It was just about sunset and slightly rainy. The ground was a little wet but I didn't care. I sat right down on the sidewalk next to the drummer and did my stretching. I told him about my quirky hobby to stretch in random places. I learned his name was Josh. He was a great sport with the biggest smile and didn't miss a single beat. He made my day.
You know me, I'm playful but rarely do anything pointless. I prefer to dive deep. Here's more behind the scenes heart of this eccentric hobby of stretching in random places.
I like to think beyond just physically stretching. It is a mental and physical time to stretch beyond what I could do previously. I aim to go the distance.
I pause and breathe, then repeat.
I thrive when I'm having fun with life. I can grind through a lot with grit, but why do that if I can accomplish the same and have fun? My quirky hobby of stretching in random places is one way I've shifted this responsible-adult routine into living with a spark of life.