As another September draws to a close, my mind wraps around the fact that it’s my 60th September.
I really am feeling my age, and the Covid-19 months are just adding to it. When realizing it’s September, I look at what I have on and it’s basically the same thing I wore at the start of the Quarantine! Granted, the fit is a bit snugger, as my physician tried to reassure me at my August physical, ALL his patients that have been it put on an average 10-15 pounds over Quarantine. Uh, gee… thanks-I feel better…. NOT.
Granted, living by the bay has its’ advantages, but it was rough when the weather was really humid. Overall, I’d like to think that as the weather gets cooler, being home will lose some of its’”Groundhog Day” aura, and Kasia and I will be back pounding the macadam again, when we both don’t need major toweling to dry ourselves off.
I decided to let Kasia lead our walk this morning. Note to self:not a good idea when the morning humidity is 1,ooo,000%.
So we walked and walked, and surprisingly, she recalled a route I last took 3 years ago with Zush and Kasia, and Kasia was taking me down to see the bay. In the old days we would have been able to be on the bay, but in the new socialist government here in”Amity”, dogs aren’t permitted beachside between 10-4. Others are having pups on the beach. Me? I live here and don’t want the BS of fighting a ticket.
So this is as far as we got: we managed to get some sea air and see folks all around and watch me melt in the humidity. The view, however, usually is good for the soul.
So I guess I’ll keep letting my girl step up as her mom’s personal trainer. She seems to know what she’s doing.
Kasia is muttering “Slacker” under her breath at me. We had two days where walking was giving us roughly 10,000-15,000 steps daily, but not today.
She is on week one of two weeks of medicine from the vet, and she is still hobbling, albeit not as badly as she was. As for me, my muscles are aching from all this walking, so we determined this is a down day for us.
The weather has picked up, so we are walking more, Kasia seems to realize that we are going further each time. I laugh because sometimes she turns to look at me, as if sayin,” Mom, are you feeling ok?” When I wouldn’t be feeling well I would tell het that Momma isn’t feeling well, especially if my back was flaring up.
I figure, working slowly so neither of us gets hurt, that we’d be able to walk down by the bay by June. Maybe we’ll walk further by the end of September. My key is to make Kasia and I healthier. We’ll do it one day at a time.