I remember loving winter and enjoying all the winter activities. We cross country skied weekly at least, went ice fishing and tobogganing with the girls when they were younger. The winter didn't exactly fly by but it didn't seem to drag on the way it does now.
I finally got the treadmill going last week and started slow but at least I was doing something. It didn't take long for me to find aches and pains from that. I will continue with it because it is better than nothing.
I did find a group that is a beginner practice for Tai Chi. It's Wednesday mornings and right here in my community. So this week I got myself going and got there in plenty of time to find I was the only one there. It turns out it was cancelled this week and I had no way to know that. I'll try again next week. Since I was up and out the door I decided to go downtown and run a few errands I had been putting off. We've had a lot of snow, and the sidewalks were clear but getting to the meter was a challenge with a little bank of snow. Just as I was getting back to the car my foot went out from under me and I went down hard. Snow over ice is always dangerous. I know the fall happened partly because I'm weak and couldn't catch myself. An elderly man motioned from his car to come and help me but I waved him off. I could see he would likely go down too. I got myself up and quickly got into the car and out the heated sit on. It hurt right away but nothing like it did the hours afterward. It was a bad day.
I'm seeing my osteopath today and I know he will fix up the remnants of it. But it feels discouraging that there's another fire to put out. It could have been so much worse. I know that. It was a slide to the ground without too much force. Had it been harder I really could have done more damage.
It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining brightly, dare I go out again?