In the game

Where does my energy come from?

The six hours a day I spent playing tennis as a young person were never a problem. I loved that game. I only stopped because my partner and I both had to go home and make dinner for our husbands. Now my feet don't really allow me to play tennis at all.

Exercising is hard for me. I have trouble finding value in it even though I know it helps me stay healthy. 

My Muse is extremely fit. I've seen videos of them doing things I could never even dream of and yet watching that I am inspired. Those videos show someone so graceful, so balanced, so beautifully coordinated that it makes exercise look like a ballet in the gym. 

It tempts me to join the gym again, but I know I would never even attempt to do more than the treadmill or rowing machines and I can walk here. Still, watching my Muse exercise motivates me in some strange symbiotic way.

And so I walk, the one thing I can do most of the time. I sometimes make it a walking meditation and sometimes I just allow my imagination to fly wildly into realms my real world never touches. As long as I keep moving  I figure I am ahead of the game.