Sigh. According to NOAA it’s going to be 102 degrees today. And 107 degrees tomorrow. Really? Pure hell. My fellow MS-ers out there know what that means. Everything that is twitchy, painful, exhausting, numb, jumpy, gimpy, burning or just plain off ~ is about to get worse.
For the most part, I put myself under house arrest and do not go outside. This sounds like a perfect opportunity then to do laundry, pay bills, clean the kitchen, vacuum, go through closets, etc. Not so. Despite an air conditioner that goes up to a Stun setting, the heat permeates the psyche in mysterious ways that deem book reading a major activity. Fortunately, my friends gave me some books to read last night, I have some cold watermelon in the refrigerator, and a house full of many, and very, patient dust bunnies.
I went up to Seattle last month to visit my sister, brother in law and nephews. My sister, as I’ve mentioned before, is an amazing athlete. She runs, rows, does yoga, bikes… all while raising two incredible and active young men, working full time, running a gourmet kitchen and helping her husband start a new venture. She is basically fabulous (and today’s her birthday ~ happy day, Lisa!).
Lisa works out with a trainer in Seattle named Michael. Michael is 1) gorgeous 2) patient 3) knowledgeable 4) kind 5) see #1. As a birthday gift to me, Lisa gave me a session with Michael at his gym (where I’ve discovered my sister is some what of an icon ~ all the women aspire to be as strong as she is). Michael gave me a wonderful series of exercises using bands, light weights, balls and straps. I came home all gung-ho and worked out every day ~ balance was better, the hirple eased up, I slept better. Then…a trip to California, so I missed 5 days….now it’s as hot as hell here, and a workout consists of lifting the lever to turn the A/C up. This is not good.
Writing this is confirming my evolution of morphing into a slug. As much as I may not like the whole bathing suit thing I am going to go right now and head over to the pool for some water jogging. I can see Lisa waving at me and giving me a high five ~ that’s all the encouragement I need. Thanks, sis!