I wasn’t here yesterday; I forgot. Actually, I remembered but decided I’d write something later. I didn’t lie; yesterday just turned into today before I realized it.
I have been going out and doing yard work for about 30-45 minutes everyday and let me tell you, I realize what rehabilitation must be like. I’ve always been fairly active and because I’m short, I’ve always had to reach, reach, reach. Then I funked out and my muscles, abetted by age, changed. Raking and pushing piles of leaves with a snow shovel has demanded the use of muscles that hadn’t seen any action in a year. I know what they talk about when they say “the burn.” It’s not a generalized ache, I could take a marker and outline the exact areas that are defining themselves by soreness as I work.
I am forcing myself not to push it because of the aforementioned age thing. It would not be wise, although part of me misses the going the extra bit when you are really tired. It’s tempting, but then I ask myself if I want to pay the price of overdoing. It would be different at 71 than 60, I think. I don’t want to find myself injured and lying in a bed cursing myself for being stupid.
And for that same reason – not wanting to curse myself for being stupid, I am going out getting active, although it is baby steps. I do believe they have always said life is a circle.