31-03-2018, 03:42 AM
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Re: Post your daily exercise routine
Cedronella, you are making some find progress! It seems like just a few weeks ago you were just running five and then walking five. Twenty minutes - wow!
Floydy, it must be nice to work out without the pressures of the clock this week. For all my plans, having had both parent land in the ER and then requiring hospitalization has thrown a wrench into my running. That said, we are all taking it in stride and tonight they are both out and home. Whew!
We are actually laughing quite a bit about my spending my break in the hospital, literally checking my mom out of the hospital just as my dad called that he was driving himself to the emergency room. What followed, with my frantic stay-right-there-mister-I'm-coming-for-you-right -this-second, and managing two doctors’ appointments and orders, was something right out of television comedy.
Anyway, I FINALLY got in a short, swift three miles. While the plains states are primarily grassy and flat as far as the eye can see, a few ridges remain from an ancient sea that once covered this middle part of the country. In fact, about halfway, I looked down to find a large piece of sandstone that held dozens of tiny univalve and bivalve fossils. Amazing considering this place is now a thousand miles from the sea.
An aside, but this leads me to wonder whether or not there are many fossils found in UK rock?
But I digress.
Instead of an east-west run that would afford me a flat and easy trek, I decided a north-south route that would push my otherwise lazy legs after this week of cleaning, chasing dogs, and hospital stays. Taking advantage of the warmth of the midday sun, I ran past a field of alfalfa in purple bloom to a rise that afforded me a view of most of this little farm town of 9,000 souls.
With no time to take in the pretty vista, I plunged back down with my feet almost out of control and my breathing almost more so. Back up I went until I reached ridge where dairy cows bellowed out there displeasure at being herded back to a milking barn, Taking in the storybook scene of their black and white velvet and pink, twitching noses above an emerald field of green winter wheat was as good as it gets in the great outdoors.
Before my feet knew it, I had circled back and thanks to those downhill sprints and the distraction of the trees in bloom, I had managed one of the best times of the year.
What chaos, calamity, and comedy awaits me next is yet to be seen, but at least I am fit enough to outrun it.