the wednesday dash

 

Pat and I hit the streets at 6:30 am, again. This time we went down the hill, across Broadway, and up to Cherokee. I think she forgot it was an uphill after crossing Broadway, so she was beat when we arrived at Cherokee. We rested a minute and turned the corner and she realized how far away Clewell really was. I suggested cutting thru the parking lot, crossing the alley, and then crossing the Art Establishment's lot to Hellner Street.  We walked up Hellerner--another hill-- to Itaska. Then she decided not to go up to Sioux, we turned out Itaska to home. We were probably short of the half mile we did yesterday. Maybe .4 miles.

After breakfast I logged my Tail on the Trail miles. They include any kind of exercise so there's a chart that includes the activity and time done to count as a mile. I've used ellipitcal (for Sharon's Cubii), yoga, low impact fitness for chair exercise with Milly, hiking, snowshoeing, and rowing. 

At 10:30 I packed up and headed to Pam's for chair yoga. There's still a lot of construction on Broadway —and now Delaware—that their walkie talkies made me remember I forgot my phone. I generally text Pam when I arrive. Back home I went. But I still made it to Pam's on time.

I think we actually got to class early. She was still setting up. Only three of us today. Lot's of talking and we ended up starting ten minutes late. Actually, there was a lot of new stuff in class and there was overall a lot of talking. I should have taken a picture of the chairs. She strapped a block to the back of them so you couldn't sit back in the seat. With my sore torso, it freakin' hurt. We ended up going 10 minutes over, so we had the full hour class. But I don't think we did as much.

When I dropped Pam off it was 12:50. I was pretty sure I wouldn't make it to the senior high rise for the aerobic class. Pat expressed interest in coming along, but there was no time to pick her up. Maybe on a non-yoga day. Rte. 22 was fairly clear and I made it by 1:06. But I still had to deal with the meters and walk to the building from Union and Old York Road. I did not hustle. I hurt.

The door was open and the class had begun. It was 1:12. I waved at Sharon hiding in the corner and pulled up a chair. The therapist that runs the class is a beast. She has you do 30 of everything. In a row. One, two, ... thirty. No three sets of 10 or two sets of 15. Thirty. There were maybe eight old ladies there, including one in a wheelchair. A gentlemen came in after me. The therapist knew him because she teased him about always being late.  My workout there was about 20 minutes and then I had to hoof it back to the car. 

I guess that's enough exercise for the day.