05/06/2026
Movement is Medicine - Gerry's Story:
In 2007, I stepped into retirement a year earlier than planned - not out of choice, but because my health gave me no alternative. Years of stress had taken their toll, and suddenly my world became very small.
For over a year, I couldn’t leave the house on my own. My husband was still working, so most days I was alone, confined within four walls. I felt isolated, stuck, and deeply depressed. Life, as I had known it, felt like it had slipped away.
But something inside me knew this couldn’t be the end of my story.
So I made a start - small, almost impossibly small.
I began by stepping outside the front door and walking a little way up the road. Some days, I couldn’t even make it to the end of the drive. I would turn back, exhausted. But I kept trying.
At home, I turned to gentle yoga sessions on my computer. Those moments became a lifeline - helping me reconnect with my body, giving me a sense of control and awareness I thought I had lost.
Then one day, I reached the post box at the top of the road. It might seem insignificant to others, but to me, it was everything. It was proof that progress was possible.
That small victory led to a big promise: before another year passed, I would join a gym.
Walking through those doors changed my life. Movement gave me energy again - but just as importantly, it gave me connection.
I was no longer alone.
I was part of something.
I was seeing people, sharing spaces, feeling human again.
When my husband retired in 2009, I persuaded him to join the bowls club with me. It was the perfect combination: gentle exercise and a strong sense of community - a double blessing.
From that point on, I never stopped moving.
The gym became part of my weekly rhythm. I walked to the shops, played bowls, and even took up netball umpiring for my daughter’s team. I did that for years - until my joints gently told me it was time to step back. Decades of ballet and sport had led to osteoarthritis, but even that couldn’t stop me.
Because I had learned something powerful: the more I moved, the more I could move.
Life carried on, with its ups and downs. My arthritis worsened over time, and I underwent several foot operations. But I refused to return to a place of being housebound. Movement became my medicine - keeping me independent, mobile, and positive.
Then came some of life’s hardest chapters. My husband suffered a stroke and later passed away. Within a short space of time, I also lost my mother and one of my brothers, while another was diagnosed with dementia. It was overwhelming - wave after wave of grief and stress.
And yet, through it all, I kept moving.
Most recently, I underwent a femoral artery repair. Just five days later, I was back at the gym. Not doing much - just a few careful minutes on the treadmill and cross trainer - but enough to keep the habit alive.
Because I know how hard it is to start again if you stop.
Today, I live with arthritis from my neck to my feet - but most people would never know.
That is not luck.
That is movement.
That is consistency.
That is resilience.
And it is also community.
Places like Blackbridge Community & Sports Hub are so much more than gyms. They are lifelines. They are spaces where people rediscover not just their physical strength, but their confidence, their purpose, and their connection to others. They remind us that we are never alone - and that it is never too late to begin again.
My message is simple, and I share it from the heart:
Keep moving.
However slowly. However gently. Just keep moving.
Because movement isn’t just about exercise - it’s about freedom, independence, and hope.
If my story helps even one person take that first step, then it has been worth sharing.
- Gerry
Blackbridge Charitable Community Benefit Society
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