Stuck

Stuck in the mud

The tires are mired in the mud as Jeremy Clarkson moves his vehicle into the new farm shop parking lot. Although Mike and I are laughing aloud, I identify with the predicament. My fitness plan feels stuck.  

Thanks to good friends and a wonderful fitness instructor, I am motivated to attend a workout class twice a week, preceded by coffee.

Occasionally, at home I run circles in the pool or swim short laps. Yesterday I participated as well as I could in

Yoga with Adriene, and last week I walked with Leslie Sansone.

I really want to get outside!

What I want to do is get outside and walk among the trees. But it is hot! And in the desert.

This is depressing

A big deterrent is mood. The surgence of the Delta variation of Covid even among the vaccinated has sent us into retreat from crowds. Seventeen months of sheltering is depressing, even for an introvert.

I decided to discontinue this blog which was to track my upward progression to better fitness. Instead it resembles an electrocardiogram’s peaks and waves.

A healthy heart does not flatline

Today, though, I celebrate the ability to once again walk up and down stairs, albeit with a handrail. So I will continue blogging, for my own assurance that I am doing the best that I can under the conditions. Afterall, a straight line on a cardiogram is not a good sign.