This morning I did not even complete my usual "Body
Awareness" exercise, of consciously trying to become aware of my muscles
and slowly moving each one, which I normally do, to wake up and get circulation
going before I get out of bed.
February has, thus far, been a terrible adventure in Extreme
Inactivity. And we're only four days in.
The temperature is expected to remain below freezing for the
foreseeable future, that is, on the weather app on my iPhone, as it extends out
to look ten days ahead and give a computerized guess as to how cold it will be.
After today's expected high of 36 degrees, on only one other of those ten days
is the temperature expected to climb above freezing. All the way up to a balmy
34 degrees Fahrenheit.
As I sit writing, in my flannel pajamas, I realize that I
will have to go out in that, that frigidness, and it would probably be helpful
to be in excellent physical shape in order to deal with nature's elements. I
have a Red Cross training tonight, which will leave me walking to my car in
30-degree weather, which I don't mind too awfully much as long as there is no
wind, but tonight's class doesn't end until 10:30, which is long after they roll up the sidewalks here in this
little town. As long as my car starts, I will be fine, but weather like this
reminds me of all those who do not have reliable cars. I am then stirred to
think of all the people in the world who do not have the wonderful conveniences
and the easy life I do, and then I think of all the people who do not have the
basic necessities. It is a short trip from there to all the starving children
in China for whom I ate the last of the cold peas on my plate when I was seven,
to appreciate what good things I had, when some people have nothing. February
is a cruel month, and I am selfish and ungrateful not to exercise vigorously all the way through it.