I guess I discovered a way to keep fit...
Yesterday I helped to clear an overgrown pond in a community garden near my home. This meant that I was wading around in cold water for most of six hours pulling up extremely stubborn plants from the bottom of the pond. I also found a large goldfish in the pond, gasping at the surface because of all the mud that had been stirred up. I carried the fish home in a plastic tub of water. I had underestimated the weight of the water, and the journey home started as a normal walk, but soon became a matter of staggering from one resting place to another, gasping and looking around desperately for the next place to rest the tub. Passers-by didn't seem to notice as I lurched about, water splashing on me, alternately shuffling along and power-walking. (Maybe they are used to my apnea walking...) I did consider pouring out some water, but I didn't want to risk pouring the fish on the ground accidentally, so the water came home. After one last effort I got the whole thing to the front door.
Today everything hurts. The lactic acid burnout is so bad that every time I move there is some sort of pain. Sitting in a chair is a painful effort. Even my hands are exhausted.
The fish is in my garden.
This must surely be a good kind of fitness training.
The things I do!
Lucia
Yesterday I helped to clear an overgrown pond in a community garden near my home. This meant that I was wading around in cold water for most of six hours pulling up extremely stubborn plants from the bottom of the pond. I also found a large goldfish in the pond, gasping at the surface because of all the mud that had been stirred up. I carried the fish home in a plastic tub of water. I had underestimated the weight of the water, and the journey home started as a normal walk, but soon became a matter of staggering from one resting place to another, gasping and looking around desperately for the next place to rest the tub. Passers-by didn't seem to notice as I lurched about, water splashing on me, alternately shuffling along and power-walking. (Maybe they are used to my apnea walking...) I did consider pouring out some water, but I didn't want to risk pouring the fish on the ground accidentally, so the water came home. After one last effort I got the whole thing to the front door.
Today everything hurts. The lactic acid burnout is so bad that every time I move there is some sort of pain. Sitting in a chair is a painful effort. Even my hands are exhausted.
The fish is in my garden.
This must surely be a good kind of fitness training.
The things I do!
Lucia
