It’s extremely difficult for me to stay in any semblance of “shape.”
I’m already overweight, and I’m my 40s.
I’m disabled.
Right now, I can’t go to PT, to the chiropractor, to the massage therapist.
I’m not getting my bursitis treatment or the injections into my herniated disc that I need.
But I’m trying.
I keep going on walks–to be healthy, to maintain (if not lose) weight, to lower blood pressure.
I can only do it in the mornings because of the heat, which means giving up some of my most productive writing time. But I’m still going out.
It’s Spring, and I’m allergic to trees, grass, weeds, etc. But I’m still going out.
Today, my sacrum is locked. My hernia is pressing on my sciatic nerve, my bursitis is flaring, my knee freaks out when I pivot left (the other one is going numb for some reason), my ankles keep turning.
But I still went out.
And just as I was getting to the inevitable point when my walk becomes a pathetic hobble, a neighbor pulled up in a car to tell me to go inside.
“There’s a bear somewhere around here!”
C’mon, universe!
