Between an influx of writing deadlines, a heatwave, lots of family happenings, scheduling conflicts with climbing partners, and most importantly a divine feeling of ennui and staunch laziness, I haven't been exercising very much, save for bicycle commuting, livingroom yoga, and wrestling the dog(s). However, I was in Boston a couple weekends ago and my only form of exercise there is jogging. I've been shying away from running and jogging for a while now, because my back didn't heal correctly from ym crash a year ago and sometimes after a run I am out of commission for a few days, having a hard time walking up stairs and moving around as freely as I'd like. But I can't just sit at home eating Hersey minis all day (yes I can) so I like to head out and run for a little bit around the neighborhood when I visit with my parents, just to get my blood flowing. According to my RunKeeper, which must be incorrect, I am running 6-minute miles on average. I did 3 miles in about 20 minutes, including warm-up, so someone better at (division? multiplication? adding? See, I don't even know what kind of math to use) can do the math, but anyway it was short and painless and I listened to some sweet jams. they finally re-paved the sidewalks in my hometown after 20 years of tripping over root-ripped asphalt, so that's probably why I went to quickly. Vroom Vroom!
Having no pain after put the spark under me to start running again at home. Coincidentally, we started fostering a year or so old pit bull/boxer mix (I think) who has too much energy for our little mutt. I have taken her on a few runs, but unfortunately it's been too hot for too much outdoor exercise and even indoor play has gotten them overheated - especially my little one. So it's been a lot of outdoor walks and running in the park at their pace, especially at night when it's cooled off.
I've been thinking about starting P90X again, to get my going, but really it's been hard to get moving. I feel similarly about writing, but then I met with a writer friend of mine who said I'm the most prolific poet she knows. So it's all about perspective. I'm lazy and writer-blocked to myself, but comparatively I suppose I'm doing okay - but who cares about comparisons, amiright?
