Today was a lovely, perfect Chamber of Commerce, South Florida day!
The humidity level was so mild it was undetectable. We locals can only hope that will be the indication that fall has arrived. Outdoor activities can safely be resumed without threat of sweating through all layers of clothing.
Palm fronds gently waved their greeting as soon as I stepped out of the front door this morning. The light breeze seemed to sweep away all traces of the dreaded wet season humidity. It was safe to take a deep breath of fresh air. Although, officially the wet season is not over until November 30th. We can hope.
My Saturday mornings are relegated to visiting with VITAS http://www.vitas.com/hospice-care-services patients. Any self indulgent outdoor time would have to wait until the afternoon.
Physical therapy, therapeutic ultrasound, and a daily stretching routine have worked well in my recovery of a herniated disc. Yesterday, AD coerced me into joining a gym. The neurosurgeon had already “cleared” me to adopt any exercise or activity that does not “jar” my spine. Elliptical but not the tread mill; bike riding as long as I don’t hit tree roots or other irregular road surfaces. Trampoline? Iffy. I failed to ask about roller skating…
Yesterday after the physical/strength assessment by the trainer, AD and I mounted the machines in the designated circuit, red light green light area. That’s correct, a traffic light does the timing for you. Green is timed just long enough for body contortions on each machine. Red light! Stop. Move to next machine. Watch the light.
Several years ago I participated in an actual university study to determine if some individuals possess the “fat gene.” The study began with a physical/strength assessment. A trainer then walked participants through the set of circuit machines to make sure each was properly utilized. We also had logs that we used to document our wellness center work outs.
At this point in time I no longer recall how many weeks of participation were monitored. Nor was I ever informed of the study’s findings. Since I actually gained weight, I figured I must have the dreaded “fat gene.” Supposedly, I lost inches, gained muscle – which weighs more than fat. Yada yada. The other day, AD wanted to read the “introductory” post as well as my amateur film reviews. Choosing to utilize the voice activation search, results returned “fatassrivera.com!” Good for a belly laugh but how ironic.
Let me say now, I hate the gym. Maybe it will be less detestable if I go with AD; we do make each laugh. My membership also allows me to bring a guest. My son may join me at times. Maybe I can convince at least one sister to be my guest. I much prefer water aerobics. The natural buoyancy makes me feel lighter and more inclined to work at truly getting that way. Another advantage is that the water is easier on my degenerating joints. I like to imagine that I am a mermaid at Weeki Watchee http://www.weekiwachee.com/index.php/mermaids/mermaid-shows just like when I was a kid. I will be able to transfer gym membership to any of their other locations. I will be able to resume water aerobics when I move.
When I got home from my VITAS visits, I drove the short distance to the U campus and walked around. The breeze was still whispering gently. The humidity still very low. The student center and the “Rat” have all been newly (2 or 3 years) re-built and modernized. I wanted to eat lunch sitting in one of the canopied gliders overlooking Lake Osceola and enjoy the beautiful surroundings. So, I did!
Tomorrow, since I no longer receive the Sunday newspaper, I plan to clean the enclosed back patio. If this weather continues, the patio is a great place to enjoy outdoors without getting too much sun. On weekends, traffic stops at times; to allow the ducks, geese, and ibis to cross the road. Of course, the first driver in the line often honks their horn, a futile attempt to hurry the waddling, feathered fannies out of the way. As many times as I have witnessed this event, I still smile to see it each time.
In second grade, I remember learning a song; “Six little that I once knew. Fat ones, skinny ones, little ones too. Wiggle waggle, wiggle waggle…” it often comes to mind watching these muscovy ducks – admittedly among the ugliest ducks in the world – rule to road as if nothing else matters.