Starting Over

Keep on Truckin'. Classic cartoon by R. Crumb.

Ahh. It's so good to rejoin the human race once again.

The powerful effects of a flare scare and amaze me. Before the latest flare hit, I was flying high - swimming and exercising twice a week and avoiding daily naps. OK, ok, so maybe not flying high, but gliding along just above sea level. But flying, nonetheless.

Then, BAM. I'm horizontal and twiddling my thumbs in between naps. And back to square one in my exercise tolerance.

I headed over to the community center pool yesterday, hoping that I could step into my routine somewhat close to where I left off, but nope. Not to be. It was obvious after twenty minutes paddling around the pool that I would have to gradually work my way back to a forty five minute float and kick session. I didn't even try walking the track or using the exercise machines.

I suppose I should be glad that I was able to do any exercise at all since just three days ago simply sweeping the floor sent me searching for a couch, bed, or anywhere to flop myself flat.

I guess I'll just have to keep on keepin' on. Things could be worse.