My sister had this exact same poster on our wall when we were kids. Ha… Never thought I’d see or think about it ever again… but here I am, doing just that… but only for a little bit. I needed a good title for this post, and while I’m not so sure it’s a “good” one, at the moment it’s ringing my bell with echos of “Truckin'” by the Grateful Dead.
“Truckin, like the do-dah man. once told me youve got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards aint worth a dime, if you don’t layem down”….
So, with an intro like that, you might be able to guess what this post is about, but not really. Last year, I think it was, I decided to cut the shit and acknowledge that I need to get myself some exercise. That was the first step. I’ve always been overweight, but now that I’ve crossed over into my fifties, I realize that I’ve got to at least get some steady (not crazy, mind you) exercise… just something to get and keep my metabolism going in the morning and chuffing along all through the day. I could never jog or run, or do aerobics, but I “love to ride my bicycle, I love to ride my bike. I love to ride it where I like”.… SO, I gathered up all my courage to slap down an ungodly sum of American dollars to purchase a Cannondale Comfort 5 in RED. I don’t have any regrets. I knew from the start that I wanted a new bike and that it needed to be strong enough to support my weight. I needed a comfortable seat for my ample behind… and well, I just wanted to be sure that I did everything I could so that I had no excuses to abandon my new endeavor…. and though I really hate to wear it, I’ve decided to be a good role model for my son and wear a helmet. You can’t be too careful, you know.
I am in total love with my bike, sorry Jeri.
Last year I started out pretty good, then stopped for some reason, though I forgot why. Now this year, I was all gung ho but the weather has been horrible right from June. Now, in August and out of the clear blue, DH asked if I wanted to go riding with him. I jumped at the chance even though I was one breath away from asking him if he wanted to go to Target with me… oh well, Target will always be there. So, for the last three weeks or so, we’ve been riding around two to three days a week. Riding to the local park and then doing laps around the track. I started out doing 2, then 3, then 4 laps… making sure I do one extra lap each day in an effort not to overdo it… as I’m prone to do and usually sabotage myself with injuries to either foot or back. On that day, upon stopping after 4 laps, my legs were too wobbly to hold me up after putting my foot on the ground… so over I went and fell into the grass. You would think that this would not be so bad, but it was a really deep scrape and I could only sit there with it bleeding down my leg as I had forgotten my water that day. Oh well, at least I did my four laps. So, I missed our next planned day… then the weekend came… then, on Monday, I had a platelet donation appointment and didn’t go out again, then my Father came for a visit on the next day, Tuesday, and I didn’t go out again. While making dinner that night, I sliced my middle finger with the veggie peeler…. I’ll be considerate to you folks and just say it was a relentless bleeder. The rest of that week, las week, I didn’t go riding for fear that I was going to do something to upset the healing process as there was a flap that needed to remain in place… Well, just say I was afraid for that reason.
Now comes this week. Well, if I can type with my finger, which I’m doing, I can certainly go for a ride. HA.. I was going to insert a pic of my sliced finger, but that would be tasteless and besides, it’s not as gross as it was a few days ago. While we were out today, I was trying to decide whether to forgo doing that extra lap because of my extended absence; but I decided to go through with it and was successful AND I didn’t fall off my bike after. I was so glad that I went because you get to recognize the “regulars” at the park, whether they are jogging, walking or just plain out there with their kids enjoying the day. Wow, when I first got there, two people greeted me, then after I had stopped for my break, this guy who walk and jogs gave me encouragement as he passed by… so nice of him. He said that the hardest part is getting started and he said that, “I’m there”… wow… I’m wondering how good of a judge of character he his. I’m hoping he’s a really good one. I’ve also been encouraged by the words of my nephew. It was last year and he said, “You get hooked on the feeling of feeling good”… Oh I messed that up. It was something like that because I was commenting on how much better I felt and he said you get hooked on your body feeling better… ugh, can’t get it. I’ll leave it in. But really, there’s no other feeling like getting energized from doing exercise…. Not sure if I’ll expand and get into other forms of it, but I did always like stretching and flexibility stuff. I was always more flexible and could do more than my contemporaries despite the fact that they were WAY skinnier than I was…. heh….. HA~! There is absolutely no category in my blog to cover exercise and I think I’ll keep it that way for now. Commitments get me nervous. I’ll list this under “health related”.. or something like that.
In closing, there is so much I still want to write about but those topics have nothing to do with the above. I’ll be getting back here soon with the latest on my knitting and something else that escapes me right now… ugh just like me. This is the way I roll…. sometimes I stall out.
Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.