Recent sustained pain in my right shoulder has made it hard to work, and also to do some of my exercises. Walking’s been tough, too: The freeze-thaw cycle glaciated our side street, and the footpath is as polished as a politician’s promise. Even with ice-grippers on my feet I’m unsteady and fearful of falling.
Between my frozen shoulder and the frozen ground I’ve been frustrated and sluggish. Last week I decided that if I couldn’t walk outdoors, I’d walk inside.
That’s when I started doing laps around the living area.
Yep. I’ve been setting the timer, putting on a CD, and walking around and around and around. The music thus far has been Elvis Costello’s “All This Useless Beauty” but I expect that Billy Preston’s “Will It Go ’Round in Circles” would be more appropriate.
In fact, that song has been stuck in my head a lot lately. Sometimes I sing snatches of it as I walk. Will I go ’round in circles? You bet I will. Over and over for 35 minutes at a time.
After a couple of songs I turn around and walk the other way for a while. Otherwise I get the sensation of a too-tightly-wound pocketwatch.
Walking and waiting
Yes, it feels a little silly. But it has to be doing me some good, right? I’m walking a lot faster than I’d be able to walk outdoors right now, and I don’t have to stop for red lights. (Or moose.)
If nothing else, it’s very stress-relieving. After spending too many hours in front of a computer and inside my own head, the forward (though circular) motion helps me breathe more deeply and unfocus my thoughts.
Or, rather, to focus them on something other than work. Sometimes I spend a few minutes chewing on current projects or mulling over possibilities for new ones. I admire Mr. Costello’s swell (if sometimes confounding) lyrics. I think about DF returning home soon, and the dinner we’ll fix, and whether we’ll light a fire and sit in the living room or sit in adjoining chairs and read in the library.
Or I don’t think at all. I just walk and walk and walk, and wait for spring.