julierichmond

I’ve been exercising like a lunatic.

I cleared out my living room, the coffee table is now in the back of the living room. It holds a computer, a couple of free weights, and a speaker. It will not be holding coffee for a while, just glasses of water without ice because that is what someone recommended.

I walk the dog, or just walk, when the dog looks at me with those eyes, from the sofa, that clearly say, enough already. I leave her home then, because it is impossible to exercise when Sophie is surly and slow. I should, actually, I could use to work on my patience, and this would be an excellent opportunity, but it’ll wait.

I have climbed the Red Dot trail twice, Castle Island, twice, Houghtons Pond, Ponkapoag, went around in circles in the Cunningham woods for an hour until I was, honestly, sick of trees.

I have done dance fit, Zumba, Barre with no Barre, bodyweight strength, strength with cans and water bottles, way too many burpees, lots of side planks, and enough jumping jacks to power a blowdryer. I’m excited because tomorrow my gym is offering an online boxing work out. I can’t wait to punch something. Well, some air. Seems appropriate.

I meditate with my daughter in the morning. It’s easy right after I wake up, because I’m sleepy, because I don’t sleep much. It’s more a little nap near my kid, but don’t tell her.

I’m not exercising because I’m eating 12 meals a day, or because someone else recommended it will build my immune system. Hopefully, all this jumping around will help with the 12 meals a day, and, well, my immune system is probably the reason I’m doing all this damn exercise.
I don’t want to really think about the virus. I don’t want to deal with the fact that now we are supposed to wash our groceries. I don’t want to worry about my mom, or my friends with asthma, or friends in healthcare.

So I exercise, meditate, and watch tv. By the time, I’m horizontal, and taking in the news thru friends on Facebook, I’m tired.

I need to slow it down, like someone else recommends. Julie-As-Hamster probably isn’t the best way to move thru the world.
And Sophie’s getting a little pissed.
I’m going to taper, and try some yoga a friend posted just after I do a little works on the area some refer as abs.

Be well, my friends. Knowing I’m sharing this boat with you makes it a little bit better.