Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday evening, I made crackers and didn’t get to sleep until
nearly midnight because I didn’t think to eat anything more substantial than
crackers until 11:00. Sunday morning, I
slept in and took Petey on a late walk, picking up litter on our walking
route.
I know; I said I’d never do that again. But I have to learn a lesson twice to confirm
the mistake. Not only is it not aerobic;
it is tiring. Me stopping to pick up
stuff gives Petey permission to stop and sniff, and to keep going as I’m trying
to go back for a piece of litter. By the
time I got home, my legs were rubber. I
didn’t have the strength to do Tai Chi even after resting an hour.
It felt like I was coming down with something, which was really
irritating. I’d left the pavers waiting
for Sunday at Schroeder Park, and I had a pot-luck party that I really wanted
to go to and made extra crackers for.
But it wouldn’t do to work myself sick or spread the flu around a party,
so I went to bed, tried to sleep, and hoped to feel better later. I didn’t, so I sent my regrets by e-mail.
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