Once again, I had a good little run. A few trips to Curves, venturing out in the car to pick up Jason from work, taking the bus home following my haircut, regular weeding of the garden, an evening game of Bocce Ball, and driving the car for an hour and a bit on the highway.
And then today...I crashed.
I slept in. I dragged my limbs around. I didn't pick up the phone to call anyone. I napped for an hour and a half. I didn't eat much dinner.
Predictable - to a point.
Frustrating - definitely.
I never know when I'm going to be able to cruise the city - or my own house for that matter.
During the week that I was able to exercise on 3 different days, I wondered the following:
is this the way it's going to be...down for months...slowly get back up...have some energy during which time I try to undo the accumulated effects of a somewhat sedentary life...only to go through it again in an undisclosed amount of time?