Worn

cattitude and I went for a walk in Inwood Hill Park this morning, in part to look for black raspberries. As a search, it wasn't very successful: the season seems to have come, and thus ended, earlier than we were expecting. Had I known that, we'd have bought the not-great-looking ones at the greenmarket yesterday. (The farmers who come to the market mostly are from a bit up the Hudson Valley, and things ripen a little later there.)

That was disappointing. What was annoying, and a bit worrying, is how worn out I was from the walk. This is a walk we've done dozens of times. Had I been this tired by an equivalent walk—same distance, same amount of up and down, same relatively slow pace—it would probably be bothering me less. I came home, unhappy and grumbling about sore joints, had some tea and after a bit some lunch, and spent much of the afternoon reading. I thought about napping when I finished my book, lay there a little while, then got up and had some more tea.

I know it's less than three months since the surgery, but at this point recuperating is mostly boring, with occasional moments like this when I'm reminded that I'm not all the way back yet. The doctor says you can resume normal activities, they don't say "but you may not want to do as much right away," where "as much" means either total number of things, or intensity (w.r.t. weight lifting, for example). So yes, I'm being careful on some levels (for example, I took it easy in Montreal last week), and yesterday was mostly a rest day (I did go as far as the greenmarket), but it's easy to think I can do a specific thing, like a walk in the park, and not think about amount of exertion until too late.

(On the positive side, I opened my computer this morning, we re-seated the cables, and the D drive is back.)

Worn

cattitude and I went for a walk in Inwood Hill Park this morning, in part to look for black raspberries. As a search, it wasn't very successful: the season seems to have come, and thus ended, earlier than we were expecting. Had I known that, we'd have bought the not-great-looking ones at the greenmarket yesterday. (The farmers who come to the market mostly are from a bit up the Hudson Valley, and things ripen a little later there.)

That was disappointing. What was annoying, and a bit worrying, is how worn out I was from the walk. This is a walk we've done dozens of times. Had I been this tired by an equivalent walk—same distance, same amount of up and down, same relatively slow pace—it would probably be bothering me less. I came home, unhappy and grumbling about sore joints, had some tea and after a bit some lunch, and spent much of the afternoon reading. I thought about napping when I finished my book, lay there a little while, then got up and had some more tea.

I know it's less than three months since the surgery, but at this point recuperating is mostly boring, with occasional moments like this when I'm reminded that I'm not all the way back yet. The doctor says you can resume normal activities, they don't say "but you may not want to do as much right away," where "as much" means either total number of things, or intensity (w.r.t. weight lifting, for example). So yes, I'm being careful on some levels (for example, I took it easy in Montreal last week), and yesterday was mostly a rest day (I did go as far as the greenmarket), but it's easy to think I can do a specific thing, like a walk in the park, and not think about amount of exertion until too late.

(On the positive side, I opened my computer this morning, we re-seated the cables, and the D drive is back.)