Late as I might be and way behind in sharing many half-written so let me start with some of my happenings during Autumn.
Not too warm at night, not too cold during the day and mostly just right to pursue more vicarious outside activities. We have had a warmer than usual Autumn; it all abruptly ended with a blast of cool weather, finishing off any sign of summer and autumn during the third week of May.
With autumn comes the array of yellows, oranges and browns throughout our neighbourhood, a place we enjoy more as time passes. We haven’t moved around as much as we would’ve liked though this isn’t a negative thing as being close to home has been comforting, and etching a life here is our purpose more so than travelling. All our travelling efforts are currently to get us to the Squire’s next medical appointment in Auckland.
Now that I’ve mentioned medical appointments. A short update to say that his health is reasonably stable, and his blood levels though comparatively very low, are currently staying put. Even though he’s been very stoic in his ever-challenging episodes with GVHD, we take one day at a time as nothing is guaranteed to remain the same with his health, whether good or not. It has been rather stressful between the Squires’s health and having both parents in a Carehome during Covid times. I counteract stressful moments via exercise as I have found it’s an incredible antidote to all that life dumps into my lap, so to speak. Though, I course, it’s not just the physical side that’s important; it is the social connection, the friendship building, with the women I exercise with weekly.
One Foot after another
As I have previously mentioned, I am training for another half marathon with an equally enthusiastic friend; that enthusiasm may dwindle when we start upping the pace with our training in the following weeks. Training is going well, though, at times, I have questioned my sanity while persuing another long walk. The hardest part is the mental readiness, getting rid of negative self-talk, and reminding myself with training; it’s achievable. Like most things in life, keep focussed on placing one foot after another and keep fingers crossed. These soul-warming sunrises are one of the most enjoyable aspects of getting my butt moving on a cold winter’s morning.
Still Dribbling and Shooting with other SWISH’ers
I am still passionate about basketball participation and am happy to share that I have gone from looking like a possum caught in headlights to a woman grasping that hard basketball and shooting more hoops under pressure. Plus, making the right moves around the court more quickly and feel like I am contributing to my team on the day. I love it. It is a game that gets to you and leaves me feeling like you have achieved something. The women I play with are forever an inspiration. Who says sports are only for the young? This brings me to how often I hear people say, I am past that, too old. Of course, we all have our limits, and everything we do must have a certain amount of common sense thrown in to ward off injuries. Though it’s inspirational to see older women still pursuing a love of basketball that started in their teens, even when dodgy body parts scream and yell for them to stop.
A snippet of our autumn ends, and hopefully, I won’t be so late with my next update. Just in case I am late, here is a preview of one of the sights I captured during winter.