tired of failure

 

I have become an old woman. running to doctors, and shoving handfuls of pills and it sucks. Every time I fix one thing, something else breaks.. I’m just tired of it.

Last week I was sick, sick. I was doing my best imitation of Linda Blair in The Exorcist. By Friday I was exhausted and hungry but feared to eat. So I didn’t. Saturday was the volkssport walk in Washington’s Crossing and I’m the POC for the D&L and I decided to go. It was a beautiful day.

We met at the parking lot at the visitor’s center because there were bathrooms there. What I didn’t realize there was a port-o-potty in the small lot next to the trail. Shit. We had to walk about 1K thru the park and neighborhood to get to the trail.  I was doing okay. I was keeping up. I planned to do a 5K. We went another half mile or so and I was beat. So I left the group and turned around and came back. I stopped probably 20 times.

I was hungry. There was a pizza place close by and I went. Food should help. I opened the door and walked in like I had been drinking all night. I caught my balance and then I was dizzy. Angel said my blood sugar dropped. I got a slice and a soda and ate it in my car. On my way home I stopped at Owowocow and got a chocolate cone. The pizza stayed in. The cone stayed in. And I didn’t eat the rest of the day. When I got home I watched mindless tv for two hours and then finally got to work.

Another day. Another failure. When will it end.

yoga at the senior center

About three weeks ago, right after Sharon crashed my chair yoga class, she said to me "you must read the board when you come in." There was a notice for YogaTone with Angie and it was to be held today at 1 pm. "Oh, we can't go, you have class". We went. I can go to class a little sweaty. As long as it's not more than an hour.

Now we have been burned the last few weeks with the Tuesday class. She (never introduced herself) doesn't show up. I think in the last two months she came twice. The class is at ten, I left at ten ten, and she started class at ten fifteen. So basically it was once. I stopped trying.

At 12:45 I'm leaving the house and the phone rings. It's Sharon. "Don't bother coming. Nobody is here." I told her of course not. I'm just leaving the house. Now if it was five, three, two minutes of it would be a different story.

When I arrived at 12:58, there was a dozen people there with their walkers and canes pushed away. The were each holding weights. So much for nobody is coming.

There was a lot of stretching. I would say this is the yoga portion. We did seated warrior poses and cat and cows. Then we moved on to some core work, and finally on to the weight, then slowly back to stretching. I'd say it was about 40 minutes. I broke a sweat.

The first ten minutes was introductions, and telling everyone not to hurt themselves and listen to their bodies. She'd give modifications. I noticed that sometimes Sharon just stopped. The music didn't work and that was fine. Several of the ladies stopped to talk to her afterwards. (There was also a gentleman in the class.) It will be held every other week.

I'll go again. Especially if it keeps Sharon out of my chair yoga class!

road trip to massachusetts

My friend Angel and I are on a weekend road trip to Massachusetts. Destination: the Museum of Printing. But that's tomorrow.

Today we stopped in Mystic, visited a bookstore and little shopping village. Had lunch at a diner.  And did a volkssport walk.

We registered for the walk at a Howard Johnson's. I didn't realize they still existed. There were two walks to pick from—the town walk or the cemetery walk. We chose the town walk. Then drove about a mile to the start point—The Mystic Seaport Museum. But we parked in the wrong lot and ended up adding about 1/3 mile to our walk. 

The Seaport Museum takes up several blocks of the town. There are multiple docks and buildings and they are restoring more. The walk took us around the perimeter and  to a linear town park next to the waterfront. Then we crossed a drawbridge and headed into "downtown". Lots of cute shops. The bookstore we were looking for closed and moved somewhere else. 

Catty corner across the street was Mystic Pizza. Made famous in 1988 in a film starring Julia Roberts. How is it possible that that movie is 36 years old?

Because we walked the extra distance we cut off some of the walk and headed back toward the Seaport. We were walking on a road parallel to the river when the draw bridge opened.  I guess we should be glad we didn't get caught on the other side.

When we got back to the car at 4, we drove the rest of the 2.5 hours to get to Lowell. The MOP is less than a half-hour away but there are no hotels. Plus we want to go to an indy bookstores in Andover and Lowell. I don't think there is any walks scheduled for tomorrow.

Miles/Steps:  11,035 steps for the day. Which is remarkable because we were in the car for 6.5 hours. About 2.5 miles for the walk.
Weather:        Low 80s, sunny, breezy.

Bathrooms:    I-5 at the linear park.

how is it november already?

I can't get back into walking regularly. I'm stymied. The senior center chair exercise class has fizzled out, but I sometimes go to chair yoga.

 

Last Friday Sharon and I had hair appointments at Tilghman and Cedar Crest. I told Sharon I wanted to go to yoga. She could walk around the shopping center — there's a huge Dollar Tree — or hang out until I got back. She chose to come along and sit in the lobby.

But she didn't.

The instructor and owner convinced her to try it. She was the center of attention because she got lots of help. I was mortified. They invited her back. In the car she told me how much fun it was. Asked how much it costs because it was free the first time. She wants to go back. My last refuge of alone space out in the world. Gone.