From a Walk to a Trot in Everyday Ramblings

It is all about the color for me, experiencing color. And this late iris I shot yesterday just seems perfect.

My inner pony and I did get out on the track on Saturday…and yesterday…and um, this morning. You think I have missed it? Maybe, just a little?

There is this new documentary that premiers tonight on HBO about folks (mostly famous comedians) that are in their 90’s and thriving called “If You’re Not in the Obit, Eat Breakfast”. A featured woman who is 100 started running when she was 67. She says you have got to be the boss of your body.

I am using the fancy features of my Fitbit to track these little runs. It is funny because I am not trying to go faster, I am trying to go slower so that I can keep my heart rate manageable, which has been the problem all along. For these short runs hot feet are not an issue.

This morning it was just me and the crows out there so I was able to practice chanting out loud to see how my breathing was doing. All the experts now are saying that heart rate zones are individual and unless you work with a sports physician (yeah, if I ever win the lottery) you have to figure out your own zones.

So what I need is a heart rate that will allow me to increase my distance breathing at a nice normal sustainable rate. My pony and I are not in agreement on this but I need to be the boss of not only my body but my inner horse too.

There was a heavy police presence in town yesterday afternoon including ever-present oppressive helicopters. There seems to be a lot of folks out there angry about a whole heck of a lot of stuff. Empowered and angry. And then there are the Anarchists who just want to disrupt everything. They don’t believe in democracy. The problem here is that our current White House also believes in disrupting everything (well… everything that doesn’t personally benefit them and their donors).

So there is a whole lot of disruption going on and a lot of anger and frustration being expressed and behind the scenes while all this is going on a group of old white men I did not vote for are making decisions about what kind of health care will be available to me as I slowly (mindfully) move from a walk to a trot into my future.

I must say I did love that Maureen Dowd called Steve Bannon a “dyspeptic dystopian troll”. That made my day.

And speaking about one’s day… today appears to be World Environment Day.

I hope, like my pony, you are able to get out in it.

Last updated June 05, 2017