Well, the hiking is getting marginally less taxing. I didn’t feel like I was going to croak on today’s upward inclines. My lower leg muscles still burned a bit but it is mainly my breathing that is still problematic. But its not like I don’t already know that my aerobic health sucks. It has cooled off considerably here but the humidity is still very high. The scuttlebutt among the spa cognoscenti is that the next two days’ worth of nature walks are the easiest of the week. So I’m planning on walking three days in a row; we’ll see how that goes. Tuesday will be the killer Woodstock hike again, so I think I’ll take a (by then well-deserved) day off.
I’ve lost a pound or two; I can tell by the way my clothes are fitting. (No scales for me, thank you.)
I had signed up for a massage yesterday but somehow the massage therapist got confused about her start time, so I got gypped out of my hour on the table. I was able to get it re-scheduled for this afternoon so no harm was done.
After lunch I had a bout of intense grief over the events of this past year. I’ve been reading Michael Chabon’s Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, and the reunion of Joe Kavalier and his son touched an emotional nerve in me. It is difficult for me to know exactly “what” I’m sad about right now, but I certainly have plenty of stuff to choose from. Somehow being away from my regular schedule is allowing me to make some space for letting those feelings bubble up. Here, I don’t have the option of numbing myself with food or compulsive working. I have very little to distract me from my inner life, which presents me with the opportunity to experience what is. I’m trying to make the most of this gift of time.
