Armadillo of Zenith
Jun. 28th, 2018 09:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoWe stepped outside to have a look at the sunset. Pretty streaks of pink trailed across a sky that was briefly a pale lavender blue. The heat of the day had cooled, and the birds were singing. We're already in the edge of the heat wave that will arrive for real tomorrow. Some people love 90+ weather. I'm not one of them.
I had a better day today, though not tremendously more productive. We haven't been back to the gym in a couple of months, and I recently got an admonitory email of my own from them, warning I'd better show up if I wanted my membership to stay active. Today was the last day I could get there this month, so I went. This is a class where you wear a little heart monitor while alternating cardio and strength training. The cardio is interval training, so your heart rate is supposed to go up into red and then back down through orange into nice calm green. It was kind of a joke because once I was in red, I couldn't get back out of it. I finally got back into orange, but I spent a tiny amount of time in green and none at all in blue. My chart is like half orange and half red and that's it. It's always a big effort to NOT push myself so far I fall out. Though you'd never know it at this point, because I'm so deconditioned that I'm slow even when I'm really working hard. It felt good to do something, though, and the advantage of working out is that you can't obsess about anything when you're just focused on breathing. And there's no TV, thank goodness, so no news is good news!
The Sparrowhawk went to his own gym tonight. He has found someone who will come and fix the poison ivy, and we're waiting for them to call with an appointment. I was going to iron a shirt for tomorrow, but naah. I'll just wear the one I have on. It's a gaudy, flappy thing my father would have hated. I kind of like it, because it reminds me of a neon butterfly. And it's very light and cool. I'm trying to pretend I'm not taking Mother to the wound clinic tomorrow, tra la la . . . . Hoping for the best--meaning that I hope the nurses will find that some healing has begun. We are all so anxious about that.
I had a better day today, though not tremendously more productive. We haven't been back to the gym in a couple of months, and I recently got an admonitory email of my own from them, warning I'd better show up if I wanted my membership to stay active. Today was the last day I could get there this month, so I went. This is a class where you wear a little heart monitor while alternating cardio and strength training. The cardio is interval training, so your heart rate is supposed to go up into red and then back down through orange into nice calm green. It was kind of a joke because once I was in red, I couldn't get back out of it. I finally got back into orange, but I spent a tiny amount of time in green and none at all in blue. My chart is like half orange and half red and that's it. It's always a big effort to NOT push myself so far I fall out. Though you'd never know it at this point, because I'm so deconditioned that I'm slow even when I'm really working hard. It felt good to do something, though, and the advantage of working out is that you can't obsess about anything when you're just focused on breathing. And there's no TV, thank goodness, so no news is good news!
The Sparrowhawk went to his own gym tonight. He has found someone who will come and fix the poison ivy, and we're waiting for them to call with an appointment. I was going to iron a shirt for tomorrow, but naah. I'll just wear the one I have on. It's a gaudy, flappy thing my father would have hated. I kind of like it, because it reminds me of a neon butterfly. And it's very light and cool. I'm trying to pretend I'm not taking Mother to the wound clinic tomorrow, tra la la . . . . Hoping for the best--meaning that I hope the nurses will find that some healing has begun. We are all so anxious about that.
