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WALKING DAY 6 October 14, 2010
Alarm went off. When I say alarm, I actually mean my TV came on. I set it to wake me with a blast of noise. Much better than an alarm: an alarm you can just reach over and slap shut 4 or 5 times before you realize you’re even late. But the TV – requires action. I have to dig the remote out, feel out the right button to push to stop the infernal racket. It requires a thought – do I want to do this? And some semblance of movement. Which just might be enough to jumpstart your morning. Of course, unlike the alarm, the TV doesn’t come back on 2 minutes later. So if you sleep through it, could be a problem.
So I thought about the walking for a couple of minutes, then, turned off the TV. Decided “naaah, don’t wanna” and laid back down. Tried to get back to sleep, debated with myself for 5 minutes or so, then continued trying to sink back into my pillow of heaven. Unfortunately I realized – “I gotta pee”. It wasn’t urgent. Since I’m far beyond the wetting the bed stage of youth and not yet into the incontinent stage of elderdom I again debated. I got up, did the deed, laid back down. More debate. “You’ll feel better if you do. It’ll be good for you. You’ll start your day off right” Ugh. Put on the walking clothes, prepped my little bag (camera, keys, cash, id). This time I even put in extra batteries. Yay, me.
Got up, got out. Instantly regretted it. For the 2 blocks to the park and maybe the equivalent of 2 blocks into the park. Too much huffing and puffing. But I kept going. Developed a good pace, not feeling distressed in any way. Enjoying the sun. Runners, speed walkers and dog walkers – “good morning” “morning”.
I purposely walked the upper paths; the ones with no benches to tempt me. Took some pics. (Love digital cameras because of the immediacy of getting the image and not having to pay for prints. Hate digital cameras because they suck up so much battery power.) Walked down some minor hills, and up a few inclines. Managed to stay out for an hour. Went farther than I have in previous excursions. Again, yay me. Then I realized – “damn, now I have to walk back” Wasn’t too bad though. Coming back home, huffing and puffing started. Coming up the front stairs the knees were sore, but that’s gonna be a constant.
Ran into my neighbor Joe who always encouraged me to move around. He was taking his son for breakfast then they would wait for the bus to pick him up. Joe’s a really great guy; a very friendly and hard-working widower with 2 kids. One Thanksgiving he was nice enough to bring me a plate.
Ran into him about 2 weeks ago, after not having seen him for awhile. (Truthfully, I hadn’t been out and about much) when I saw he told me he had had a brain tumor. No clue there was a problem until he keeled over in a store. In the hospital for 3 weeks, then recuperating with his in-laws for a week. 15 stitches. Thankfully everything went well, and he seems to be as energetic and vibrant as ever. Scary stuff.
You just never know. You can do everything right and still end up screwed. Or mess up so badly, you think there’s no hope, and end up a winner. Just gotta take it one day at a time.
Since I feel this post starting to ramble (more than usual) I’ll end it here. Thanks for reading. Have a decent day.
RANDOM PARTING THOUGHT
Walking – Day 5 October 11, 2010
OMG – I just checked the blog, and the last time I actually got up early and walked was September 18. That’s just over 3 weeks! Jeez – that’s not good. It’s been 3 weeks of laziness, dvd marathons and inertia; pizza, chocolate and maxi pads.
So anyway I finally got up, got my ass out and walked. Took my brand, spanking new camera and pen and paper. Got some nice shots, walked by the water and wrote some shit. These are my random, stream of consciousness impressions while breathing heavy on a bench.
On the grand stand, above the water across from the Bayonne bridge. The sound of the water lapping is calming but mind starts to think of the wood rotting, giving way; me plunging into the murky water beneath. Can’t swim, fear of suffocation. Not a panic exactly, – just a minor trepidation. As I’m writing – notice some grey schmutz on my sweater.
Temp is brisk – nose is running. 2 women walk by, speaking Chinese, and carrying weights. Years ago I bough ankle weights and hand weights. I should really dig those out and try them on a walk.
Got some nice random shots. Feeling a little dizzy – maybe walking before eating – not such a good idea. Never happened before. Med schedule is fucking ridiculous – take 2 pills on empty stomach, wait 2 hours, take diff pill on empty stomach, wait ½ an hour, eat something, take the rest of meds.
Maybe I’ll walk some more till my camera batteries run out. Taking more photos than doing actual walking, but still it’s good to get out. (Hope I can read this when I get back.) On 2nd thought maybe I’ll just go back now – more dizziness. Maybe lie down. Maybe just take pills on non-walking day – get up, swallow, go back to sleep. Walking days – eat something, then walk.
While sitting here writing a power walker that I saw as I came into the park passes by. I think she’s circled the park twice and I haven’t actually made it that far. Ah well – each to their own pace. Still managed to stay out for an hour. Must bring more paper and batteries next time.
Ooh, look – it’s 8:46. Been up for almost 3 hours. I can eat something. Yippee!!
RANDOM PARTING THOUGHT
Walking Day 3 September 13, 2010
So, once again I got up and walked. I was going to punk out, using the excuse that I’ll be out this afternoon running errands and shit so that should count as my walk. But I got up anyway. Varied my route a bit, walked down a dead-end street and back again. It had an incline, my heart pumped. Yay for me.
A few times along the way I kept saying to myself I should just cut the walk short and go back home. Each time I stayed out there. I felt, like, half a drop of rain and tried to use that as my excuse. But, still I stayed. Getting into routines can be good. Tiring but good. And ultimately beneficial. Not sure if I feel the benefits yet, but we’ll see how long I keep this up.
Of course, once the first snow falls I’m sleeping in.