A couple of days ago my boot-camp lady sent an email advising us that she was finally able to secure a permit to hold outdoor classes at nearby parks. 😃
There are a few changes: bring your own yoga mat, maximum 10 people per class, distanced stations to circuit through, etc.
She will sanitize the equipment (weights, rope, balls etc) before, during and after.
It’s exciting…but, I’m hesitating.
1. I feel weird doing it outside where random people hanging in the parks can watch. I don’t particularly like exercise to begin with but I got comfortable in the church basement where it was just us, a group of moms. No weirdos watching us do stuff. 😳
Now, we’re going to be out in public. I feel weird. 😐
2. The morning availability she has set aside will not work for me for the next 6 weeks. We have a pre-scheduled appointment for a kid that conflicts with the slot…
There is the option to switch to evenings on another night, but I’m not an evening-exercise person. So…
I am on my own to increase my activity level.
Then something happened.
Earlier today I was chatting with a European friend on a chat app. We both struggle with lack of motivation and routine to get more physical activity into our daily lives and commiserated about our excuses.
So, we decided to cheer each other on by finding something we can do together.
Which sounds great in principle, but there’s a time difference to contend with.
How can we do this and be accountable when there’s 6 hours between us? She’s in Frankfurt, I’m in Toronto. We both like morning exercise. When she gets up at 6 am, I’m deep in REM sleep at midnight.
After some back and forth we decided to do it anyway. We’ll pick an activity like walking or cycling and bring our phones with us. The phones will function as a camera because our accountability method will include photographic evidence of something unusual we see on our walk. Something unique, interesting or otherwise stimulating.
We will post to WhatsApp but I offered to log our commitment on the blog.
It begins Monday.
Side note: I had to think, ask and consult a calendar to determine what day it was today and when Monday is because covid. 😵 (I miss routine…)
Anyway, there was another challenge – my living situation. It had to be an activity I could do no matter where I hang my hat or go to sleep at night.
This is the latest development (because I am a writer of words and I hurl words into the social internet. Sorry not sorry.) 😃
I decided recently to divide my time between home (where the kids live) and my mom’s place (where I lived as a teenager) for the foreseeable future (aka summer).
1) After my dad died last month, the house suddenly appeared very empty for my mom.
2) A change of scenery from my incessant hanging around in my own home will be good for my mental health.
3) I need a break; from them, from the clutter, from them. Also from the clutter. And them. 😬
4) More space at mom’s plus a room with a door where I can write undisturbed will help me refocus and tackle some of my unfinished WIP. At least, that’s the plan.
The first visit to mom’s begins on Sunday. I will take a kid with me this time for a variety of reasons. She is treating it as a sleepover-vacation which is fun and exciting after months of stay home wash your hands don’t go anywhere here’s a screen knock yourself out. 😭.
Plus, grandma and grandchild are both crafty people so I’m sure they will have plenty of ideas what to do to keep themselves occupied while I remain un/less disturbed…
But back to my activity with my friend. The initial idea was a 20 minute brisk walk in the morning (before I cook and melt like a sloppy joe on a grill…who would believe Canada gets this hot unless you experience it?)
So that’s the plan. Walk for 20 brisk minutes, photograph evidence, post it, and then work/write.
Wanna play? If yes, I’ll set something up on the blog so you can contribute.
For my American friends reading this tonight, Happy 4th! 🇺🇸 🗽
For those who will read tomorrow, hope the hangover isn’t too severe. 😉