EXERCISE TO PREP FOR THE DAY

imageThis should get me going on this Northwest Pacific rainy gray day. Puff puff.  Notice there’s a mattress and a pillow right next to the bike.

How about you folks? What primes you to hit your day running?

Swimming at night, Exercise Resistance & Commitment

Stand of trees dressed for Autumn

November arrives and we lose an hour somewhere.

What’s it like to swim in the dark?  In an outdoor pool?  In cool weather?  Amidst floodlights?  Alone? Imagining  writers using the setting for thriller mysteries?

Chase the creepy imaginings away, feel the warm water like silk over your skin, and it’s wonderful.  The sense of accomplishment and the hot tub, aahhh,  rewards.

My swimming hole is a twenty-five minutes away, not because of the distance, but because the road winds through picturesque small acreages, ending on a spit jutting out between two ocean bays.  During the slow twilight drive amidst trees of blended gold, red and green, a pervasive peace pushes time pressures aside.

No, that's not me. The guy wasn't there either.

Back home, when swim day arrives again, self-talk is required. So lovely, why would I resist? Time pressures, yes, but memories can hitch on the negative. The wet walk from the locker shower, shivering  through the open area, feeling the cool autumn breeze adding a chill.  I switch the memory to the positive … like after the first half lap when I feel warmth again … and back to the pool, I go.  Maybe.

Readers, do you have an exercise program? Does it improve your lives?  Mood?  Health?  Is it difficult to stick to the plan? Please share your experience in a comment.

Not related to the topic, if you would like  wee Celtic music break, enjoy the video.  Have a great week, my blog friends.

Autumn Breezes Bring Change, or When Life Throws a Roadblock, Can We Find a Detour?

The picture has nothing to do with the post but I like it. My granddaughter in o4.

Autumn breezes blow in change.  Swimming for exercise started yesterday.  In an outdoor pool.  Brrrr. But the water is warm and the walk from the change room to the pool is short.

The first attempt after surgery August 11, revealed the top step was too high for my worn out hip implants.

Like many things in our lives, the hurdle could work as an excuse.  Swimming usurps 3 hours of my day driving to the pool followed by the swim, shower, fix hair, and get home.  Life without exercise is not an option, so the brain got busy with a solution.

The home health supply store ordered a metal medical footstool with a grab type handle that would not float. Perfect.

New problem.  How am I going to cart all that stuff into the change room? My right hand needs to operate a cane.  Aha. I went to a department store and bought a rolling duffel bag.

Swimming day arrived. I filled the duffel with swimming things, purse, water bottles, and stowed the footstool upside down on the top, using a bungee cord. Stares and smiles followed the bag lady strolling along the resort sidewalk.  A tall, dark and handsome man with a great aura asked if he could help.  I thanked him and said I had it all figured out.

After the swim, the same kind man, his wife and child shared the hot tub. The conversation thrilled me. A Spaniard now living in the US and working in Canada, he praised the US as the example of freedom for the whole world, and much more that I wont post here. He talked of his belief that wonderful things are in store for mankind.

The conversation was reward enough and lifted me, but I also had my trusty laptop in the rolling duffel bag, and went to the resort’s spa lounge and wrote for an hour.

Now all I need to do is find someone to do my housework and the bookkeeping,  in arrears, so writing can continue.  My brain is working on that.  My husband is willing to help, but I have to (shudder) ask.  But if the motivation is high enough … well, who knows.

Hope you enjoy the changes October brings. Would love to hear your stories  reflecting  your  detours around a problem.

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