Summer Waning Grandchildren Moon
Over to Rum River Central Park this morning inspired by Emma. Her death reminded me life flees behind us as the ancientrail of our lifetime grows longer and longer. This day is all we ever have, so we cannot allow habitual, customary or rigid behaviors to steal it from us. I had grown away from my every morning exercise at Rum River Park or, in winter, at the park behind the Rum River branch of the Anoka Library. I don’t even remember when that transition happened. When the treadmill and the resistance work came into the house, I imagine. They are not exclusive of each other, inside workouts and outside.
Here’s one solution I’m trying now. Three days a week interval training on the treadmill and resistance work alternated with three days of a steady pace outside, either on foot or on snowshoes if we get enough snow. I used to do the snowshoes every morning in the winter when we had good snow.
The Rum River time this morning was not without problems. Biting flies, mosquitoes and the variability of the trail all made it less than desirable. Plus, I’m not in as good as a shape as I was when I did it before. Bug juice will solve one of those problems and increased resistance and weight loss the other. The variability of the trail will become a plus again, as it was in the past, as I get used to it again.
Carpe diem.
