When I was a child, my siblings and I attended an elementary school not far from our home. It was an entirely different world back then and we were able to go home for lunch. I can’t even imagine that happening today. Anyway, we’d meet up outside. Some days, we’d run home – racing along, pausing long enough to meet at each corner, crossing the streets together. Then the race would begin anew.
I loved it. I can’t even imagine running that way now. Now that I think about it, I can’t even believe I did it back then! I’m not an athlete, by any stretch of the imagination. Gym class was not my favorite. E V E R. The truth is that loathed it.
Between dodge ball (hated it and was awful at it. It should be banned 😂), volleyball (hated it and was abysmal at it), and any sport involving a ball being thrown in my direction, I wanted to run and hide. Fake illness to get out of it? Absolutely. Stomach ache? Sure. Cramps? It goes without saying. 😂 Of course it was rare that my complaints actually got me out of the gym, LOL.
My memories were sparked by seeing so many kids playing in our local park. Especially the little league teams. Sometimes, in the evening, we sit in the park and enjoy the beautiful weather. Seeing these kids – and their exuberant family members/spectators – always reminds me that I have zero energy and am soooo out of shape. Kids seemingly have unlimited surpluses of excitement and the ability to run/scooter/throw balls/play ‘til they drop. It’s fun to see how excited they are. After the year & a half we’ve all had, it’s good to see kids just being kids.
Before the pandemic, I was walking at least a couple of miles every day. And standing for hours. And sewing/fitting/pulling costumes for nearly 100 kids, between the drama and dance programs. I loved it.
My energy and stamina are…. well, just about non-existent now. When we walk to and from the park or the store, I feel it in my knees. And my back. Plus, we have stairs in our building, so that’s been fun. But I have to build myself back up. I don’t want to feel sluggish and sore. I’m not getting any younger, obviously.
Forty-eight is about five minutes away. I don’t want to be more tired and more sore on top of the tiredness and soreness that comes with my health stuff. Now that the weather is so nice – and before it gets too hot for comfort – I want to be outside more. Taking longer walks is one of my favorite things to do.
We used to walk for miles on the days when we were in Manhattan. After leaving the museum, we’d walk down 5th Avenue, along Central Park. Then we’d keep going, block after block. It was part of the adventure. Often, after a doctor’s appointment, I’d meander from midtown to downtown – taking in the storefronts and the people. It was calming. I tried it once since the pandemic hit. As good as it felt, I also felt the physical impact of it. And not in a good way.
Hopefully, someday soon, I’ll be walking around the neighborhood again. Like in the old days. The “old days” before 3/11/20. I know I’m not alone in this. We’re collectively feeling the impact of forced inactivity. Or markedly decreased activity than we were used to.
Something I mentioned in yesterday’s video was that I realized I’m noticing – and appreciating – more of the nature around our neighborhood. The flowers planted by neighbors. The trees, wildlife, and plants in the local park. I’ve lived here for my entire life and can admit that I’ve never appreciated all of it more than I do now. The forced shutdown gave us a chance to slow down and just…. see. To truly see what’s around us. I’ll be forever grateful for this time. I’m sitting in the park as I write this – listening to two baseball games being played – and I love it. The cheering. The games being played by younger siblings on the sidelines. Encouraging words by coaches and family members. Such beautiful music on a lovely evening.
Here’s to enjoying the moments, finding our strengths, increasing our endurance, and staying as close to no pain as possible.
Peace and painlessness,
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