I hate my ankles....
Dec. 2nd, 2017 12:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osodecanelaI dropped Mom off at the airport on Wednesday, a parting leaving me sad and simultaneously needing to burn off some energy. I headed over onto the gym. Then I realized I had shorts with me, but no tank or tee.
Time to stop by Ross. Scored a t-shirt hoodie for $8. Next stop 24 Hour Fitness. Ran a 5k on the elliptical after lifting for 15 minutes. I really don’t enjoy lifting. It’s purely for vanity, not that I have a body beautiful to be vane about. However, I figure a) some extra upper body strength is always a good thing & b) with all the weight I’ve lost and am continuing to lose, if I don’t do something about building some chest muscle, I’ll have my nipples down at my waist when I’m done.
I had a delightful and unexpected surprise at the gym. After my run, as I walked to fetch a towel, I heard someone behind me. “Weaver?!?” It was Perry. He didn’t recognize me at first, but then he hasn’t seen me in roughly 75#. Moreover he had no reason to expect me at his branch of 24. I live quite a ways away. It was wonderful to have the chance to schmooz & then I was on my way.
I hit the gym yesterday, but didn’t run; I just lifted.
Today, I cooked. We’re off to a tree trimming potluck Sunday and I made baba ganoush, and gf rugalach. Xmas is coming and so is Chanukah, so with a nod to my Eastern European roots, the rugalach seems deliciously appropriate. After assembling a double recipe for the dough, it needed to chill at least an hour before rolling out, so gym time. I ran a 5k, but skipped lifting. I felt great, both alive and vital. I came back to the house and got 6 dozen rugalach made. Berry, cinnamon, raisin & chopped walnut filling. Quite tasty, I think. Bubbie would be proud. I have dough for another 2 dozen which will likely be tomorrow morning.
I’m barefoot and limping now. Hate my ankles, the left one in particular. The years of inflammatory arthritis, coupled with my obesity, have left me with degenerative disease, more left than right & on both sides mostly lateral. My running shoes are amazing. They’re specifically for flat feet and they alleviate most of my pain with the repositioning of my foot. They’re on my feet, I move like I’m in my 40s. Barefoot? Not so much. If I were smart I’d have my old Birkenstocks on hand to use for slippers. Duh!
Right this moment I’m feeling my age.
And tomorrow morning, after the last 2 dozen get baked, I’ll be off to the gym again.
I need to do another 5k this weekend.
Time to stop by Ross. Scored a t-shirt hoodie for $8. Next stop 24 Hour Fitness. Ran a 5k on the elliptical after lifting for 15 minutes. I really don’t enjoy lifting. It’s purely for vanity, not that I have a body beautiful to be vane about. However, I figure a) some extra upper body strength is always a good thing & b) with all the weight I’ve lost and am continuing to lose, if I don’t do something about building some chest muscle, I’ll have my nipples down at my waist when I’m done.
I had a delightful and unexpected surprise at the gym. After my run, as I walked to fetch a towel, I heard someone behind me. “Weaver?!?” It was Perry. He didn’t recognize me at first, but then he hasn’t seen me in roughly 75#. Moreover he had no reason to expect me at his branch of 24. I live quite a ways away. It was wonderful to have the chance to schmooz & then I was on my way.
I hit the gym yesterday, but didn’t run; I just lifted.
Today, I cooked. We’re off to a tree trimming potluck Sunday and I made baba ganoush, and gf rugalach. Xmas is coming and so is Chanukah, so with a nod to my Eastern European roots, the rugalach seems deliciously appropriate. After assembling a double recipe for the dough, it needed to chill at least an hour before rolling out, so gym time. I ran a 5k, but skipped lifting. I felt great, both alive and vital. I came back to the house and got 6 dozen rugalach made. Berry, cinnamon, raisin & chopped walnut filling. Quite tasty, I think. Bubbie would be proud. I have dough for another 2 dozen which will likely be tomorrow morning.
I’m barefoot and limping now. Hate my ankles, the left one in particular. The years of inflammatory arthritis, coupled with my obesity, have left me with degenerative disease, more left than right & on both sides mostly lateral. My running shoes are amazing. They’re specifically for flat feet and they alleviate most of my pain with the repositioning of my foot. They’re on my feet, I move like I’m in my 40s. Barefoot? Not so much. If I were smart I’d have my old Birkenstocks on hand to use for slippers. Duh!
Right this moment I’m feeling my age.
And tomorrow morning, after the last 2 dozen get baked, I’ll be off to the gym again.
I need to do another 5k this weekend.
