The flag is flying for Memorial Day. This “holiday” has taken on a significantly different meaning for me after my son served and lost friends in Iraq and Afghanistan. A good percentage of the men in my family have served in the military. When tracing my ancestry back on my mother’s side, I got as far back as the revolutionary war… my many times great grandfather. I know this will make me sound 100 years old, but I actually lost a cousin in WWII. Long before I was born. But he was a silent presence at my aunt’s home.
My triathlon is less than 4 weeks away. I am almost ashamed to say that even though I am retired and have all the time in the world, I haven’t been diligent about my training. Most days I would just rather hop on my treadmill for 70 minutes. It gets my heart rate up, it makes me breathe hard, and sweat. And I don’t have to go anywhere. Oh, yes, I could become a hermit if I allowed myself that!
Swimming is the most challenging to me. Part of the problem is that I know I could jump in the water and swim half a mile without training at all. And my time wouldn’t be bad. It wouldn’t be great either. So I need to actually train. But all the dressing and undressing in public, jumping into cold water, and needing to shower and wash my hair at the gym – it is all a lot of trouble. Technically I could be doing open water swims at this date, but it has been so cold here, the water is frigid. Maybe another week or two?
Biking is fine. I love my new bike, but I do not love the seat on it. I either have to get a new seat or get this one adjusted. I can only ride my bike once a week because of the seat. It takes six days to heal from an hour on that seat! I will address it this week.
About the osteoporosis, I have had another week to process. I am OK. I don’t know where I ever got the idea that somehow I would age without facing any of the things that happen as you age. It’s ridiculous. I will do my level best with this, its all I can do. I saw my sponsor last week who has had a severe case of osteoporosis for over 20 years…. she is old and frail, but she isn’t hunched over and that gives me hope.
I will try to start back at yoga again this week. Over the weekend, I saw one of our blogger friends from the olden days – over 10 years ago when blogging was new and fresh and super fun. She is a yoga teacher and reminded me of why yoga is so good.
And this morning? Off to the pool!
Have a wonderful Memorial Day!