Let’s Get Healthy: Day Four (AKA Sweatin’ Like An Oldie)

I wish I was one of those lucky individuals who only emitted a reasonable amount of perspiration, enough to give them a healthy glow and make them look like they just stepped off the cover of a fitness magazine. Instead I’m, well, me, whose hair can get so soaked with sweat after a hat trick of ten minutes on the treadmill/vacuuming the living room/taking out garbage and recycling that I could literally wring out a tablespoon of salty water from my ponytail if I really wanted to.

And isn’t that an image that you’ve always needed in your mind?

Anyway, I did three rounds of walking today as well as a handful of chores, some writing, and a very necessary trip to Starbucks for my editor who broke her ankle ten days ago and desperately needed to get out of the house for awhile. I think it’s getting a little easier to walk, by which I mean I wasn’t glancing down at the timer every three seconds to check how much longer I had to go. Hey, I’ll take any improvement, no matter how incremental.

I’m also starting to think that some of my joint pain may be caused by — and I’m totally serious about this — allergies. Today, frex, my knees and ankles were far more sore than they should have been, and then my elbows, wrists and fingers started aching while I was trying to pick up some food for dinner. It doesn’t help that it’s been rather hot and incredibly humid here in the clavicle of Texas, and we’re supposed to get rain tomorrow night so the old bod might be reacting to that. BUT in the middle of basically asking my body, “What the hell’s wrong NOW, dude?” I remembered that, oh, wait, I didn’t take a 24-hour Claritin this morning.

Popped one, and an hour later I feel fine. Go figure.

About nicolacameronwrites

Nicola Cameron has had some interesting adventures in her life -- ask her sometime about dressing up as Tietania, Queen of the Bondage Fairies. When not writing, she wrangles cats, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

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