Random Musings

After two weeks of total absence of motivation and terminal depression, I managed to force myself to the park today to walk/run 5K. It isn't back to square one for me, but it's darned close to square two.

Motivation is an odd thing. What floats someone's boat, sinks someone else's. I can force myself to the park because I know my children worry less about my fibro if Mom can trot 5K and has a resting heart rate of 40. Ten years ago, my husband survived a terrible illness and six weeks in the hospital because he had excellent cardiopulmonary condition when he went in. I also keep hoping that eventually I will lose some weight. We won't discuss what I've gained during these two weeks of inactivity, either. It may seem like insufficient motivation to do something so that someone else's peace of mind is assured, but that's fine by me. And, last and least reasonably, I keep hoping that I can literally run away from fibromyalgia. But like someone writing about fibro said, you can either hurt and be in rotten shape, or hurt and be in good shape. What's to wonder about on that point? Clear as a bell.

It has struck me more than once that there is only one person I've seen exercising that I would consider anorexic; this is odd since according to an HBO Latin American special, Mexico and Argentina have more anorexics in proportion to population than other Latino countries. That may be, but they aren't running in the park unless they go much later in the day.

And, lo and behold, I saw a woman my age running this morning! I was beginning to despair of my gender. She was tall, slim, and very fit. She is a lone runner. May the Force be with her.

It is possible, slightly possible, that a new horse comes to live at the quinta. I still haven't made up my mind because nothing really appeals to me right now; I compare all horses to Bandolero and they come up short. The one I'm seeing today again is well-behaved, half Spanish, black, bigger than I really wanted, and the vet examination is pending--that happens today. I'll keep you posted.

Adrián wants me to enter a 3K (didn't know there were any) sponsered by the American Consulate here, in August. Well, we'll see. First I have to recover from the past two weeks, and then I can decide.