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Alas, there’s a new test for flexibility in our later years. No, it’s not how well we touch our toes or pull a stretch band. It’s how low we can sit in a beach chair. When young, I could gracefully perch on a tiny canvas strap one inch from the ground. Getting up was a breeze. These days? Not so much.

This dilemma reared its head a month ago when I blithely bought a beach chair from the local drug chain. It was little and light and “close to the sand,” the kind I used to use. No problem, I thought, carrying it to a family picnic the next day. That’s when the trouble began.

Starting the initial descent, I wondered how far down this thing went, until I ended up collapsing into it. Even worse, when I tried to rise, I had to half-roll, half-twist my way off, using hands on the ground as leverage. Where did my thigh power go?

“Good God,” my younger brother Eric teased from the sidelines. “You okay, Laurie? Should we call a medic?” I started laughing so hard, I worried I’d never get out. What if I was stuck sitting here in February?

The next day, I returned the Chair from Hell. After trying different types, I now have two more non-negotiables for portable outdoor seating…

Nothing too heavy — I’ve seen beautiful canvas chairs with wooden frames but carrying them is like lifting weights at the gym, heavy and cumbersome. No, I want to tote a beach chair, not join the Marine’s.

Nothing too long – Chaises look wonderful and comfortable, but they’re also bulky and heavy. It even feels a little show-offy, having full body support while everyone else sits in chairs or on blankets.

My mom has a good beach chair and I’ve been known to borrow hers from time to time. But when she needs it, I must give it back. Yes, in this strange, adult rite of passage, I must get my own beach chair.

I’m coming to see this is one of those tasks other people perform in nano-seconds, but I struggle with. Every time I go to buy a beach chair, they just sold out. Or I tried ordering one from Amazon and was told it would take eight weeks – just in time for fall.

As they say, its hard getting older, when our bodies no longer perform tasks they used to do effortlessly. Did the beach chairs change or did I?

Somewhere mine is waiting for me. It’ll be the right weight and size, and I won’t have to impress gymnast Simone Biles to get into it.

No doubt, my thighs will thank me.

 

 

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Comments(20)

  1. I still sit on the blanket when I go to the beach. However, I went to the end of the drive this morning to retrieve the newspaper. Much to my dismay, as I pulled my body back into an upright position, I made a noise that sounded a lot like my dad’s groan/grunt. That was entirely involuntary and decidedly unexpected.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 3 years ago

      Adela, Oh no, hope you’re feeling okay!

  2. Ugh. I feel your pain. I’m quite sure it’s the chairs that have changed. It couldn’t possibly be us…

      • Laurie Stone

      • 3 years ago

      Diane, Laughing. So true.

    • Carl Linley

    • 3 years ago

    I feel your pain, maybe I have just gotten too lazy to carry a chair.. scouting the beach for the perfect stone size and slope has become an art form. The wriggle and settling moves make a form fitting zero gravity body support. The promise of an elusive nap is so sweet that I will lay down on anything!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 3 years ago

      Carl, Ooh, that sounds so nice. A nap at the beach.

  3. I actually prefer sitting on a towel at the beach than trying to wrangle a beach chair. Far easier to get into down dog to get up…lol. I’ve gone through numerous chairs as well and still haven’t found the one.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 3 years ago

      Jennifer, So glad I’m not the only one. Love the downward dog move!

  4. I literally feel your pain. That’s why I started weight lifting. I want to be able to get out of a beach chair and off a toilet when I am older. 😉 That siad I am hoping to finally master my hateful Costco chair this summer. Another great post Laurie!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 3 years ago

      Lauren, So glad I’m not the only one! Thank you.

  5. It makes me remember the episode in Grace and Frankie when Jane Fonda can’t get up off the toilet. But I think it’s an American thing. In other cultures, they squat and stay flexible that way when they’re older.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 3 years ago

      Rebecca, Yes, especially Asian countries. It’s amazing.

  6. The struggle is real.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 11 months ago

      Pennie, Ha ha!!

  7. No beaches here, but camp chairs have the same problem. I had some old inherited camp chairs that work great for me — high off the ground and relatively stiff. But I thought that I deserved a new one in my favorite color that looked so comfortable in the picture. It had better be comfortable because once I’m in it, I can’t get out!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 9 months ago

      Joy, Ha ha! Yes, these chairs do seem to want to keep us for a while.

  8. We spent years on Marco Island each trying to find a perfect chair. Now we’ve each got one we like, and each of us guard ours with our lives.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 9 months ago

      Karen, Ha ha! I’m so glad I’m not the only one going through this.

  9. I’ve given up. I’m slowly buying nice Adirondack (sp?) chairs and replacing those ‘handy, dandy foldable’ chairs in our back yard. And just depending on finding a comfortable seat in the sand at the beach! Whew!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 9 months ago

      Diane, I’ve seen these new towels for the beach that look cool and somehow filter out all the sand. My back eventually wants more support, though. Sigh.

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