It’s January and I’m super busy. The dean’s office is busy as we get ready to return to campus January 31. I’m also in the middle of three different grant applications.
At home we navigated the challenges of coming down with COVID, being sick (briefly and not that sick, thankfully) and then re-entering the world at large. It all felt very complicated.
In the world of Zwift, I’m captain of one bike team (hi TFC Dynamite!) and helping out with another (hey TFC Phantom!)
There is a lot on my plate right now. It’s not the case that there aren’t blog worthy things on my mind. Instead, it’s more like there a lot of different things I’m thinking about and they are still in the percolating stage, mid-mull, as it were.
Nothing seems to be settling down into a blog post.
Here’s my list:
Book review time!
I’m reading a book and writing a review for the blog. It’s Let Get Physical by Danielle Friedman. Here’s the blurb, “For American women today, working out is as accepted as it is expected, fueling a multibillion-dollar fitness industrial complex. But it wasn’t always this way. For much of the twentieth century, sweating was considered unladylike and girls grew up believing physical exertion would cause their uterus to literally fall out. It was only in the sixties that, thanks to a few forward-thinking fitness pioneers, women began to move en masse. In Let’s Get Physical, journalist Danielle Friedman reveals the fascinating hidden history of contemporary women’s fitness culture, chronicling in vivid, cinematic prose how exercise evolved from a beauty tool pitched almost exclusively as a way to “reduce” into one millions have harnessed as a path to mental, emotional, and physical well-being.”
Silly Little Walks
I’ve been fretting for a little while about walking and mental health connection and while we’ve all been taking silly little walks for the sake of our mental health, I worry we’re putting too much pressure on the humble walk break. Not all problems can be solved with a lunch hour walk. I’ve been worrying too about what it means for those of us, like me, who can’t walk very far or very fast.
Sarah, Mallory, and I are just back from a lovely weekend away which involved lots of time outside in serious Canadian winter. It’s January and we’re in the days where the high is still in the negative double digits but everything feels better because there’s sunshine and longer days. It’s why I hate November typically and do okay in January even though it’s colder. We all joked about having moved into our serious winter clothes– long underwear, snow boots, snow pants, parkas and real mitts.
I’ve helped a few newcomers to Canada get ready for winter and I know it’s a costly business. Most of us who spend time outside in the winter have multiple winter coats and boots for different activities and conditions.
In addition to the clothes, we also all have snow shoes and poles and yak tracks for walking on the ice. Again, it’s okay being outside when you have the gear but when streets and sidewalks aren’t plowed, it’s super cold, and you don’t have the right clothes and gear, it can be a long indoor winter. We often message people, for physical and mental health reasons, to just get outside but the reality is that it’s not simple.
I’m trying not to think too much about knee surgery. It makes me angry and sad. I know, it’s just knee surgery. It’s not cancer treatment, but the pandemic delays feel endless. I first saw the surgeon about total knee replacement, in the hospital, in August 2019. This August that will be three years ago. I have tentative sabbatical plans to go to Australia and New Zealand. I have hiking plans that without the surgery won’t happen. I mean travel might not be possible anyway but if it is, and I can’t do any walking (or tramping as they call it in NZ) I’m not sure what I will do.
I’ve considered traveling to the US for surgery and paying. I’ve considered just ignoring the whole thing and focusing on what I can do, which is walk 2-4 km without much trouble. But it hurts. My knees always hurt. Pain wakes me up at night. I try to think about people who are worse off, the people with more serious surgeries delayed because of the pandemic and even people waiting for knee surgery who can’t walk at all.
The poles helped on our walk today and I might invest in a pair, or just borrow Sarah’s more often.
Here’s me with poles!
We also watched a movie that readers with younger children will know all about. I loved seeing the depiction of Luisa, the strong and muscular sister in Encanto. I also loved reading that children related to her. This is possibly the first time I’ve seen a muscular woman in a children’s movie or book who wasn’t the butt of jokes. Now I want some Luisa merch too.
Less than 60 days until spring
I try not to start the countdown too early but this year when I want to see friends outdoors and we’ve got another brighter pandemic spring ahead of us, I’m ready for spring anytime. In many ways 2022 feels an awful like 2021, as this video points out.
We’re all looking forward to spring and summer in my house.
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Sigh. Winter. I’m normally somewhat neutral on the topic of winter — I don’t love winter sports, I hate being cold, and I HATE the wind, but I accept that I live in Canada and I enjoy a good sunny snowshoe or outdoor skate. But something has happened this year and I MISPLACED ALL OF MY WINTER ACCOUTREMENTS (mitts, toques and cowls) and I canNOT find them, and I have just basically given up on winter altogether. I saw your photos and you looked so happy and it was SO WINDY and I just nestled back in to my jigsaw puzzle and blankies.
Can’t find them? Yikes!
I had a bag with everything and it’s been taken by ghosts.
Also I am too short and large for snowpants that fit. And I’ve just kind of given up.
I love the pandemic/past self piece, but when they got to the Betty White news, it made me cry. If you haven’t had surgery before, be prepared. As soon as the post-op pain hits, you will ask yourself why you did this. Remind yourself that post-op pain goes away and the pain of your bad knee was permanent. You may have to say that several times in those first few days. Surgeons are pretty blasé about pain, but that’s because they don’t feel it. One could also say that it’s because they make their living by inflicting it and I, as a therapist, make my living by helping people get through it, but one might see that as self-serving on my part.
If you do decide to have knee surgery in the US, come to Boston. We got hospitals galore, mask and vaccine mandates, and you and Sarah can stay at my house. Just saying…
I hope you get to do your surgery soon. I can’t ever live in a place as cold as Canada. Over here temps went down to 4°C and we almost froze our limbs off. It’s 14°C today and im freezing. But I would love to visit Canada someday when the weather isn’t cold and snowy. I loved watching Encanto! And my favorite was Louisa. I couldn’t stand Isabella, but she got better at the end. Happy blogging!
Looking forward to spring here too. Coldest winter yet. I love Julie knoll!
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