This is the first morning I"ve skipped exercising since last Friday, and I'm totally wired. My legs are bouncing like crazy and I'm speedy. I miss it! I am told I shouldn't do it every single day, however. This from Doc A, who says to skip days every now and then. Maybe just once a week or something. Of course, when school starts up again I won't have much time.
I've been corresponding with an old friend, one of my favorite people in this world, the woman I went around Europe with on a Eurail pass in January of 1988. My mother was getting a double mastectomy at the time but I had been told not to come home. Emile was so totally supportive. I didn't want to talk about it much because there wasn't much to say. My mother might have been dying. What else was there?
We went from the top of Finland down to Greece, over to Portugal and back up to Denmark, all in the space of a few weeks. It was an astounding trip and I still look back at it in awe. Her father met us for a week in the middle of the trip, and we drove around Switzerland in a rental car. I still remember how they both napped every day at 5 without fail, and how I'd sit in the room and listen to her breathing while I read my book. It was really peaceful and the snow fell outside the window.
Well, it turns out a prominent member of Emile's family has bipolar disorder, so she is completely unfazed that I have it. I hadn't contacted her out of shame and though it's not good that her family member has it, I'm relieved to know that she understands so fully what I've gone through.
How about a little walk around the block on the days you don't "technically" exercise?
Posted by: Bobbie | January 08, 2009 at 12:22 PM