Even though it IS easy to poke fun at her it also looks like an excellent workout routine.
I have used the brush mower to create an exercise trail around the property here. I guess it's about one mile long and absolutely nobody can see you unless they are trespassing and searching for you. We have used it quite a bit - well, I should say the ladies have used it a lot. I'll show them this video to see their reaction.
I got my outdoor walk in. I thought Garbanzo the Dog would accompany me but she was fairly stressed out that DD and DW were not taking her so, she stayed home to pout.
I'm not sure how comfortable I'd be walking outdoors like that even with only the angels and trespassers to see, @Smiles Jr.
@Nyboy I hadn't thought of tying an elastic band to my thumbs ... what about to my heels and over my shoulders?
I wonder if the elastic band in my tidy whiteys would work. I guess not. The elastic band hardly holds them up so there probably wouldn't be much of a work-out there. Oh gosh! - How about that for a mental image?
It's 3:42 AM. I cant sleep and my leg hurts. Wish I could sleep.
I used to have a professor of literature who would say that pain allows us to know that we are alive. I didn't have much pain for months at a time, in those years. I'm not too sure if he wasn't just disposed to tragedies.
It doesn't necessarily separate us. That was back in my twenties and, see, I've remembered it. There was some shared reality despite the differences in our experiences and ages.
Sciatic nerves can heal although it may only be a partial thing. I began trading chronic pain for acute and that wasn't necessarily a tragedy. Acute is fairly incapacitating, too. I don't even like to think about the meaning of the word but it's fortunate that there are cute things in life.
Wonderful things are words, also. It's said that the British and Americans are only separated by a common language. German literature was the professor's specialty, however. Interesting people ... but lots of things translate.
It's 2:33 here, I trust @Smiles Jr. has drifted off to sleep.
I've been out most mornings and afternoons with the snow shovel. Well, often with the broom ... and shovel! I hasten to add - trying to maintain the manly image I'm sure most of you have of me.
It amounts to something of an exercise workout, although it is abundantly apparent that it can be injurious ... I try to do a little stretching first. The paths amount nearly 300' but this 12" of snow has now been weeks in the "building."
I could travel around with my broom and shovel but some of these neighbors would just show up and deprive me of exercise, clearing my walkways with the next snowfall. The roads aren't good and my outdoor walkabouts will have to wait. Poopsy-doodling anywhere in a car makes little sense.
I've taken to this rambling around the house as a brief way to get me up and circulating. Brewing coffee or tea can be a timed exercise interlude and provide a treat at completion! Maybe I'm getting some additional cardio benefits ... Now, don't disabuse me of the notion if it's false ... I'm having enuf trouble with motivation.
"Poopsy-doodling anywhere in a car". . . I learned a new word! Thank you, Steve. That is exactly how I feel about taking the car most of the time. DH wants to go somewhere (anywhere) and it is up to me to think up a reason and/or destination. For me that's tough most days. We usually end up walking the grocery store or hardware store without buying much. It does kill time, though. It is not as if I didn't have better ways to make use of my time. . . but for now, DH is the boss and I do his bidding.