After my less-than-satisfying week of doing the swimmer exercise, I was in the market for a challenge that involved more actual movement and didn’t make me worry about the future of my lower back. And so, as if reading my mind, my editor said: How about the inchworm?
‘Yes!’ I yipped, trying not to think of the oddly haunting Danny Kaye song from the old movie Hans Christian Andersen. The tune, of course, has not left my head since then, but the exercise has found a special place in my heart.
