Remembering Jade
LOVE IS - comfortable company and golden silence.
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Showing posts with label The Js. Show all posts
MenoSundays; Life Lived Lovingly
Remembering Jade
LOVE IS - devotion to the one with opposable thumbs
and saying "pretty please!"
MenoSundays; Life Lived Lovingly
Ten years ago on October 11th, Jade Dog MacLean departed her body for better playgrounds. She was that 'one-of-a-kind' dog who taught me as much as I could teach her. Perhaps more.
This Month of Sundays, please bear with me as I share her image and come up with a few words...
This Month of Sundays, please bear with me as I share her image and come up with a few words...
LOVE IS - letting your big brofur teach you how to walk tall.
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If you haven't already heard, there's a new boy on the block.
Do go visit. Click the image.
Menocyclical Me-Now-Views - a week of reruns
Zzzzznooozzzing
It was the formula. Farmer brought that bottle of yumminess round and I couldn't hold back. It's the bestesssst. MMMmiilllkinesss. Heaven.
Warm in the tummmmmeeee. Add some handfuls of hay seedzzzzzzzzzz.... mmmmmmm. Loving that formula...
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Angel Jade practicing her Dogasthenics©
An Indian Squirrel scores a feast.
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Jus' me 'n my dog... happy days... (2006)
It was the formula. Farmer brought that bottle of yumminess round and I couldn't hold back. It's the bestesssst. MMMmiilllkinesss. Heaven.
Warm in the tummmmmeeee. Add some handfuls of hay seedzzzzzzzzzz.... mmmmmmm. Loving that formula...
Angel Jade practicing her Dogasthenics©
An Indian Squirrel scores a feast.
Jus' me 'n my dog... happy days... (2006)
Me-Now-Views; Less Speak More Peek (with just a hint of the menoloopal)
This first one is not from the Fudge... it's a screen shot from Voovoo the Vaio. Why? WELL... you recall the rant last Thursday about 'big-ether-eye' checking through our computers about our whereabouts and habits? Okay maybe I wasn't as overt in language on that post as here just now - but here's the proof...
"What's the fuss?" are you asking? I booked my flight for the BAR couple weeks back. Then at the weekend I thought 'better start getting serious about routes and travel plans'... where else to start but at my landing spot?... are you getting an inkling?.... yes folks - they know exactly when the YAMster hits the ground in the good ol' you ess of ehhhh?!!!
To counterbalance that rant, here are some menosukhi pictures taken from a holiday in OZ. Mac2 had come over for a visit and we took a trip up-country; to a spot where not even television signal penetrated, never mind mobile phones or internet. It was a week of bliss.
(These are also not from the Fudge - these were taken with the old Minolta. It was 11 years ago!)
"What's the fuss?" are you asking? I booked my flight for the BAR couple weeks back. Then at the weekend I thought 'better start getting serious about routes and travel plans'... where else to start but at my landing spot?... are you getting an inkling?.... yes folks - they know exactly when the YAMster hits the ground in the good ol' you ess of ehhhh?!!!
To counterbalance that rant, here are some menosukhi pictures taken from a holiday in OZ. Mac2 had come over for a visit and we took a trip up-country; to a spot where not even television signal penetrated, never mind mobile phones or internet. It was a week of bliss.
(These are also not from the Fudge - these were taken with the old Minolta. It was 11 years ago!)
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Monday is Menosukhi day
As had not yet encountered Blogville when the bloggy began, have been taking liberties with re-posting a few articles. Don't worry, won't make a habit of it... This one is on the getting of Jade dog. For those interested in the life story of the J's, do click the label!
NB - For those who rely on their blogroll sidebar for checking posts, you may have missed the Sunday one. This is a note to say that MenoSunday post is there, but lots of you may have seen a post in your readers that was 'empty' - I hit the wrong button and the schedule went and published anyway. Have sorted that; don't worry, it'll show up again!
There
were Jet G-pig MacSqueak and Jasper Cat MacLean, getting on like cat and rodent never should, when along came
our landlady - (my Punjabi 'mummy' - who was so happy having a tenant who did
more work round the place than she did, she never put the rent up in 7 years!) -
who was mystified.
"Why
would you have a cat and 'rat' when you could have a dog?"
Mummy J
had three dogs you see. BIG dogs. Tara the mountain-sized Rhodesian Ridgeback,
who sulked almost continuously. The break in her clouds came each day with the
arrival of the postman. Then she became
the Sydney Switchback. He knew she'd be
there, but she got him every time. MJ
and I came to the conclusion he was a good actor, secretly in love with her and
liked to make her think she was the very devil herself.
He was a
VERY good actor.
Then
there was Sita the Rottweiler. I always
thought of her as Sofa - a two-sita sofa at that. As canny and sooky a dog as you would be likely to find.
Thirdly
came Meena the Dobermann. She had been
abandoned by the previous tenant in the house where I had taken residence. She was shackled by a chain and surviving on
eating her own droppings and stretching into the outside dunny for water. MJ was naturally horrified at the
discovery. It was this incident that
made her become a direct and hands-on landlady rather than use agents. Clearly no checks had been made. Meena was skeletal and as unhealthy as all
get-go, but MJ put her grand TLC to work and that sorrowful girl became quite
the beauty.
Given
this experience, you'd think MJ would have been a tad cautious about a tenant
having any pets, let alone a dog.
But she
had quickly surmised she was onto a good thing with YAM and loved the little
J's very much. Not the same as a dog,
though, she felt. I said my life was too
erratic for a puppy. I was still
studying Homoeopathic Medicine and
working part-time. How would I manage?
Once these seeds are planted in the ground round
YAM, though, there's a tendency for spring to get sprung. Within two weeks of that conversation, I was
up at the mall for groceries and avoiding looking in the pet store window. Am really not a fan of these places. The
window had other ideas though.
Every
other week for years I had managed to walk past without its accosting me. That day though... That day it had to shout out to me "Look
what I've got for YOU!" I continued
walking with only the slightest side glance.
Fortune
held the cards such that I had to pass that verbal window at a later point in
the morning, but I again managed only the merest flicker of observance.
At the
corner of the avenue an internal voice yelled "LOOK AT ME!".
I turned
and looked back across and there was a little pudding-like thing sitting to the
side of all the frenzy, staring straight at me.
Naaahhhh. That only happens in
novels, right? I continued to walk. Two days later I had to visit the bank. It was three shops down from the talking
window.
"LOOK
AT ME", it said as I emerged from the business at hand. There it was again. No doubt about it. I was the focus as there was no one else in
the avenue. Once my attention had been
firmly caught, the pudding produced a tail.
Long and thin and wagging so fast it was a blur. Then there were the eyes. Those, large, liquid, kohl-rimmed eyes.
What's happening? Feet, stop that this instant!
What's happening? Feet, stop that this instant!
Too late,
they'd taken me inside. Somehow,
magically, the pudding was sitting in my arms looking up at me all agog with
"ooh yeah, I got you babe!" written all over its face.
How was I
going to break this to the little J's?...
NB - For those who rely on their blogroll sidebar for checking posts, you may have missed the Sunday one. This is a note to say that MenoSunday post is there, but lots of you may have seen a post in your readers that was 'empty' - I hit the wrong button and the schedule went and published anyway. Have sorted that; don't worry, it'll show up again!
Menoducational; entertainment meets info
One of the things about returning to the UK is, one might think, that one is moving to a danger-free country in terms of flora and fauna. ...let's leave flora out of this one and concentrate on the fauna.
When emigrating to OZ all those decades ago, there were those who were rather 'stuck in place' and who felt I was being very wayward in my decisions, who put forward arguments for why they thought I wouldn't last; things like "they have drop bears you know..... the most poisonous snake on earth lives there..... mozzies the size of small cars will eat you alive...spiders. They have Volkswagen-sized spiders and they bite." [Given recent news, OZ spiders are likely to be much less threat to life than the mentioned vehicles.]
Silly them, they forgot I had served my time in Africa. OZ proved to be no more of a challenge. Yes there are dangers lurking even in the city garden. Ya jus' have to know they're there and get on with things.
Okay, stepping on the red-belly black snake was not particularly wise; but it was making like a stick and got a much greater fright than I did.
Sure, the blue-tongue skink can latch on rather firmly, given half a look at a finger; but they are great eaters of snails and as snails were a plague upon the mailbox, I was very happy to have Mr T share the cat food. As the J's didn't seem to mind either, all was good.
Coming face to face with a randy roo was a tad disturbing, but not life threatening. Not in my city garden, I hasten to add. That was on a pal's property up the Mountains. Another randy threat was the neighbour's un-neutered Bull Terrier. It jumped the six-foot fence to rape five month old Jade who had gone early to estrus. The vet saw to it she wouldn't face that again.
Swimming in the ocean with risk of box jelly fish was always an adrenalin-inducing half hour or three... the full-body wet suit proved to be a bit of skin-saver on that one.
Strewth, though, who could resist a dip in this?>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Suffice to say that in over a quarter century of OZdom, the worst I endured was a few leeches and many a mozzie attack.
Oh, and the bite of a white-tailed spider.
India had a challenge or two also. Whilst OZ turned out not to have any such thing as a drop bear, Mumbai does have drop-pillars.
Yup. Small, hairy caterpillars which have glutted on the mangos and slither down a long gossamer line and hang out waiting to attach to whatever passes. They are small enough that most times they cannot be spotted as one walks along under the capacious canopies of sun-breaking branches. Nine times out of ten, they'll land on cloth or bag and then continue, finally to the ground - and the carrier will be none the wiser.
Then there are the one in ten chances of having one of the little tiggers land on your neck. They weigh nothing. You will not know they were there until that itching starts. So subtle, not unlike a mozzie bite, so you think nothing of it and ignore it. Within the hour you are a walking welt, the colour and texture of raspberry jam.
A week later you are still taking cold showers in every available break and rubbing on the bicarb talc.
Let's not even discuss the dysentery or the malaria.
Back to Britain. As a child, walking the heaths and hills, adders were the most dangerous critter to be aware of. They still inhabit these lands but are said to not be a problem unless you step on them.
Yes. Well.
Spiders there are a-plenty. Small and innocuous critters. I have a fondness for bugs and beetles. In Oz there were several different spiders resident in my garden. I left them alone and they left me alone. I left their webs intact, they kept the mozzie population down.
Here, though, the little spiders disappoint and beetles have a habit of all looking rather alike. All this is building up to telling you that I had reason to become a small amount excited the other night.
A spider of significant size made a visit. Goodness knows how he got into the bath, but there he was. I say 'he' with confidence. Investigation proved this to be Tegeneria Domestica. The larger palps and elongated abdomen indicate male. Autumn is mating season and they get more active, which may explain his landing himself in the tub. Apparently the females in particular, if living indoors, can last up to seven years! Average life span under cover though, as about two years. Outside, much less. I only discovered this after I transported the poor thing. Now I am feeling worried - then again, he almost certainly will find his way back in.
TD is a relative of the 'Hobo' Spider and is classified as one of the funnel web species; nothing like the Aussie version though! It can bite, but is painless and harmless. (The Hobo does have some toxicity, but they do not enter houses.... usually...) They can survive for months without food; which they kinda need to round here, 'cuz three aren't that many flies and bugs for them to catch.
Anyhoo, that was the YAMster's ramble with nature inside the hutch last week. Here are the piccies to prove it. The first is very poor due to macro not working too well without flash and under a single bulb at 12 feet distance... Next morning, was able to carry out the catch and release.
...yes, am pretty sure it was the harmless one...
....hhmmm ... it might have been the related species, Eratigena Atrica, now that I see it in broad cloudlight.
They do bite.
Life just got a bit more interesting round here.
When emigrating to OZ all those decades ago, there were those who were rather 'stuck in place' and who felt I was being very wayward in my decisions, who put forward arguments for why they thought I wouldn't last; things like "they have drop bears you know..... the most poisonous snake on earth lives there..... mozzies the size of small cars will eat you alive...spiders. They have Volkswagen-sized spiders and they bite." [Given recent news, OZ spiders are likely to be much less threat to life than the mentioned vehicles.]
Silly them, they forgot I had served my time in Africa. OZ proved to be no more of a challenge. Yes there are dangers lurking even in the city garden. Ya jus' have to know they're there and get on with things.Okay, stepping on the red-belly black snake was not particularly wise; but it was making like a stick and got a much greater fright than I did.
Sure, the blue-tongue skink can latch on rather firmly, given half a look at a finger; but they are great eaters of snails and as snails were a plague upon the mailbox, I was very happy to have Mr T share the cat food. As the J's didn't seem to mind either, all was good.
Coming face to face with a randy roo was a tad disturbing, but not life threatening. Not in my city garden, I hasten to add. That was on a pal's property up the Mountains. Another randy threat was the neighbour's un-neutered Bull Terrier. It jumped the six-foot fence to rape five month old Jade who had gone early to estrus. The vet saw to it she wouldn't face that again.
Strewth, though, who could resist a dip in this?>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Suffice to say that in over a quarter century of OZdom, the worst I endured was a few leeches and many a mozzie attack.
Oh, and the bite of a white-tailed spider.
India had a challenge or two also. Whilst OZ turned out not to have any such thing as a drop bear, Mumbai does have drop-pillars.
Yup. Small, hairy caterpillars which have glutted on the mangos and slither down a long gossamer line and hang out waiting to attach to whatever passes. They are small enough that most times they cannot be spotted as one walks along under the capacious canopies of sun-breaking branches. Nine times out of ten, they'll land on cloth or bag and then continue, finally to the ground - and the carrier will be none the wiser.
Then there are the one in ten chances of having one of the little tiggers land on your neck. They weigh nothing. You will not know they were there until that itching starts. So subtle, not unlike a mozzie bite, so you think nothing of it and ignore it. Within the hour you are a walking welt, the colour and texture of raspberry jam.
A week later you are still taking cold showers in every available break and rubbing on the bicarb talc.
Let's not even discuss the dysentery or the malaria.
Back to Britain. As a child, walking the heaths and hills, adders were the most dangerous critter to be aware of. They still inhabit these lands but are said to not be a problem unless you step on them.
Yes. Well.
Spiders there are a-plenty. Small and innocuous critters. I have a fondness for bugs and beetles. In Oz there were several different spiders resident in my garden. I left them alone and they left me alone. I left their webs intact, they kept the mozzie population down.
Here, though, the little spiders disappoint and beetles have a habit of all looking rather alike. All this is building up to telling you that I had reason to become a small amount excited the other night.
A spider of significant size made a visit. Goodness knows how he got into the bath, but there he was. I say 'he' with confidence. Investigation proved this to be Tegeneria Domestica. The larger palps and elongated abdomen indicate male. Autumn is mating season and they get more active, which may explain his landing himself in the tub. Apparently the females in particular, if living indoors, can last up to seven years! Average life span under cover though, as about two years. Outside, much less. I only discovered this after I transported the poor thing. Now I am feeling worried - then again, he almost certainly will find his way back in.
TD is a relative of the 'Hobo' Spider and is classified as one of the funnel web species; nothing like the Aussie version though! It can bite, but is painless and harmless. (The Hobo does have some toxicity, but they do not enter houses.... usually...) They can survive for months without food; which they kinda need to round here, 'cuz three aren't that many flies and bugs for them to catch.
Anyhoo, that was the YAMster's ramble with nature inside the hutch last week. Here are the piccies to prove it. The first is very poor due to macro not working too well without flash and under a single bulb at 12 feet distance... Next morning, was able to carry out the catch and release.
...yes, am pretty sure it was the harmless one...
....hhmmm ... it might have been the related species, Eratigena Atrica, now that I see it in broad cloudlight.
They do bite.
Life just got a bit more interesting round here.
Menoshoogle; rubbing shoulders for support
Thank you to everyone who commented yesterday - for those who are interested, there is research being done in UK to produce blood synthetically. It is not likely to remove the need for donations (at least in the common blood groups), but it is a big move forward if it proves to be useful. For overview report, read here.
There is much I am not able to do myself, so am always glad to support those who can and are doing... serious support is available, but also am pretty good at seeing the funny side of the coin. It can be a little difficult, sometimes, to know where to pitch things between those two markers - particularly when not physically present with someone and especially across borders, across oceans and across cultures.
Mostly, though, it works. On Wednesday, the Menokakkul post was the mirth-filled side of the struggle with weight. This is something I definitely have to laugh at, for no matter what I do, since menopolyxinaemia hit, even chewing a blade of grass turns to adipose tissue on me. Things are, of course, hindered by restricted mobility. However, I do need to get moving a bit more and the recent sojourn over in Edinburgh proved that I can up the ante without coming down a cropper!!! Since I returned to Dunoon, I have been round the block but three times, (pouring felixes and canids preventing more), and in the flat, have taken up Dogasthenics again after a long forgetfulness.
....what?... oh, Dogasthenics? I wrote about that a couple of years back. Angel Jade and Jasper cat were past masters at static stretching. All of you in Blogville will have some idea of this - but how many put it fully into action? Let me hand over to Jade for a repeat instruction;
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I stretched every morning with my girl... and maintained it right up until I got to UK, nearly two years ago. The routine here got tossed and turned and ripped apart; but really there is no excuse for not incorporating this regime again.
There is nothing to prevent this being used as a warmup/cooldown with exercise either... jus' sayin'!
There is much I am not able to do myself, so am always glad to support those who can and are doing... serious support is available, but also am pretty good at seeing the funny side of the coin. It can be a little difficult, sometimes, to know where to pitch things between those two markers - particularly when not physically present with someone and especially across borders, across oceans and across cultures.
Mostly, though, it works. On Wednesday, the Menokakkul post was the mirth-filled side of the struggle with weight. This is something I definitely have to laugh at, for no matter what I do, since menopolyxinaemia hit, even chewing a blade of grass turns to adipose tissue on me. Things are, of course, hindered by restricted mobility. However, I do need to get moving a bit more and the recent sojourn over in Edinburgh proved that I can up the ante without coming down a cropper!!! Since I returned to Dunoon, I have been round the block but three times, (pouring felixes and canids preventing more), and in the flat, have taken up Dogasthenics again after a long forgetfulness.
....what?... oh, Dogasthenics? I wrote about that a couple of years back. Angel Jade and Jasper cat were past masters at static stretching. All of you in Blogville will have some idea of this - but how many put it fully into action? Let me hand over to Jade for a repeat instruction;
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I stretched every morning with my girl... and maintained it right up until I got to UK, nearly two years ago. The routine here got tossed and turned and ripped apart; but really there is no excuse for not incorporating this regime again.
There is nothing to prevent this being used as a warmup/cooldown with exercise either... jus' sayin'!
Me-Now-Views... the 8 pix of happiness challenge
There is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes.
(C.S. Lewis)
Our Oz-mate Charlie nominated me for the meme which originated with a young lady's blog here in UK; she is not a Blogvillager, but her initiating post had lots of animals on and somehow it got picked up here - and why not?! It is a lovely theme to use, so am putting the rest of the gardens visit on hold till next week and going with this. There are some 'guidelines', viz:
1. Thank your nominator and link them to this post. OKAY - THANKS CHARLIE MATE!!!
2. Link to the creator of the tag. Ariel's little corner of the Internet. OKAY, CHECK.
3. Post your eight photos of happiness. SEE BELOW!
4. Pop in a brief description of the photo, why you chose it, or just let the picture do the talking. 5. Spread the happiness and tag up to ten other bloggers. HMMM, AS MANY HAVE DONE THIS ALREADY, AM NOT SURE... ABBY, HAVE YOU DONE THIS YET? MADI, WHAT ABOUT YOU? OOH OOH OOH BERTIE BOFFIN - YOU CAN COME UP WITH A WORTHY 8 I AM SURE!!! ....and perhaps some of my other blogpals would like to have a go...MERLE??? JOANNE??? ...aw heck - it's out there, have a go whoever you are!!!
Okay, now for mine...
The world. In the sense of it's physical presence. Nature is, of course, a key component of happiness for this traveler - but cities can hold a similar fascination; particularly where there is architecture of note and different society.
Be it OZ, India, Africa or Scotland... wherever I travel there is happiness to be found.
Faith. I have never been alone. That the path took me East is a wonder and a joy.
Happiness resides in my heart, my heart resides in spirit.
(C.S. Lewis)
Our Oz-mate Charlie nominated me for the meme which originated with a young lady's blog here in UK; she is not a Blogvillager, but her initiating post had lots of animals on and somehow it got picked up here - and why not?! It is a lovely theme to use, so am putting the rest of the gardens visit on hold till next week and going with this. There are some 'guidelines', viz:
1. Thank your nominator and link them to this post. OKAY - THANKS CHARLIE MATE!!!
2. Link to the creator of the tag. Ariel's little corner of the Internet. OKAY, CHECK.
3. Post your eight photos of happiness. SEE BELOW!
4. Pop in a brief description of the photo, why you chose it, or just let the picture do the talking. 5. Spread the happiness and tag up to ten other bloggers. HMMM, AS MANY HAVE DONE THIS ALREADY, AM NOT SURE... ABBY, HAVE YOU DONE THIS YET? MADI, WHAT ABOUT YOU? OOH OOH OOH BERTIE BOFFIN - YOU CAN COME UP WITH A WORTHY 8 I AM SURE!!! ....and perhaps some of my other blogpals would like to have a go...MERLE??? JOANNE??? ...aw heck - it's out there, have a go whoever you are!!!
Okay, now for mine...
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| The J's have to be included here. I strongly believe that happiness is where I lay my heart - and as I choose to lay my heart only within my own being, happiness is available at all times to me. Happiness can be transformed to pure joy by sharing the external world with others; companion animals are certainly a 'value-add' to happiness! |
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| Sydney. Rather a tourist shot this one, but we have icons for a reason. This one represents OZ as a whole; the country of my choosing and which embraced me fully. |
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| Star Trek. Okay, sci-fi (not fantasy!!!) in general pleases me; but ST in particular. Keeping up with science-proper and even presenting science things with which to grapple (think sliding doors and hand-held comms devices (mobile fones), PADDs (personal access data devices - tablets and aforesaid fones)... Then there is the social ethos and philosophy which underpin... you will see much more writing on this in the future of this blog...yes that's me dressed as the Kai. |
The world. In the sense of it's physical presence. Nature is, of course, a key component of happiness for this traveler - but cities can hold a similar fascination; particularly where there is architecture of note and different society.
Be it OZ, India, Africa or Scotland... wherever I travel there is happiness to be found.
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| India. Could have shown you any number of the usual sorts of things - but I am also at my most peaceful (ie happiest) when walking the lone path. Discovery and constant learning is what tells me I am alive. To look back and be glad of the path behind and being keen to keep trekking is a thing to treasure. The more one travels, the more one finds the similarities in the world and the differences drop away. |
Faith. I have never been alone. That the path took me East is a wonder and a joy.
Happiness resides in my heart, my heart resides in spirit.
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| Having such a centred place of happiness means that one can look up and out and be ever in awe of the magic of creation. Happiness is knowing one's place in the great scheme and being able to surrender to it. The grindstone of life is put into perspective. |
Me-Now-Views; Less Speak More Peek
Had a bit of a tupsy-turvy week last week... not much time to think of photography. Am going to pick a random selection from the MY TAKE blog to place here for you today.
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Oh that'll do you for today... How's your week been?
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Oh that'll do you for today... How's your week been?
Menoxercise; getting physical.
Okay, so you got outta bed, off your seat, onto your feet. Maybe, though, you don't have plans for anything more than a walk to the letter box or the grocery.
This does not mean that you can head off walking 'cold'.
What? Oh you were planning to take the car? Herein lies the trap of modern living. Here's a thought for you; if it is within 15 minute's walk at a snail's pace, JUST DO IT. I know. Not original. Meaningful though.
Even with my dodgy limbs and achy back, for anything that is at the high street or closer, it is just not worth firing up Little Ren's engine. It does help that I have very picturesque surroundings and the walk can be way more than a simple to and fro. I can choose the back road, via lovely gardens and fine buildings. Or I can choose the front road, along the shoreline promenade. I am willing to bet that the majority of you reading this have equally enjoyable walks - the key is to keep the the head up and the eyes ranging from left to right and up and around...
Okay. So at the very least, if you have to build up slowly like yours truly, get out three or four times a week and do that short round the block equivalent walk. Not dawdle, not shuffle, but a reasonable pace such that you can feel your lungs start to work and maybe the blood rushing in your ear a little.
....... NB - if much of the latter, talk to your doctor - I don't want to be hearing about aneurysms or embolisms!
Now it has to be said that many of you reading this are also owners of 4x4s. Not SUVs but canines! The four-paws require at the very least that twice-daily outing for an airing and evacuating. Thus you have already covered what has been discussed. How many of you, though, thought about pre-walk stretching? It's a fair bet that your companion did. He or she would have bent backwards and forwards and shaken the body, wagged the tail beyond the speed of light, possibly put in a few springs and turned a few tight circles.
You don't have to be so dramatic. However, it is useful to at least give each limb a good shake, do a little hop-skip-jump, lift the arms to chest level and swing the torso a little, then bend to toes. Yes, even for just that walk to the post box. Age is no barrier to this!
(CLICK -Here's an interesting article for you.)
When out walking, find a good pace without haste. Of course, if Poochy has other ideas, you may be over-ridden on your comfort levels. All the more reason to fitten up!
Walkies over? WARM DOWN!!! Especially if you are only starting an exercise regime. You warmed up to warn the muscles and now you need to warm down, to let them know to release all the lactic acid and minimise any stiffness which may occur. Simply repeat the shake, h-s-j, swing-twist and toe stretch. You could, if you so desired, imitate what Poochy is doing. Jade's favourite post-exercise warm down was the back wriggle...
There is no doubt that I miss the crazy, ever-red-eh? dynamo that was Jade Dog - and I have definitely lost some fitness through not having that daily discipline she enforced upon me. Excuse me... am off to have a back wriggle in her honour... Exercise safe efurbuddy!!!
This does not mean that you can head off walking 'cold'.
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Okay. So at the very least, if you have to build up slowly like yours truly, get out three or four times a week and do that short round the block equivalent walk. Not dawdle, not shuffle, but a reasonable pace such that you can feel your lungs start to work and maybe the blood rushing in your ear a little.
....... NB - if much of the latter, talk to your doctor - I don't want to be hearing about aneurysms or embolisms!
Now it has to be said that many of you reading this are also owners of 4x4s. Not SUVs but canines! The four-paws require at the very least that twice-daily outing for an airing and evacuating. Thus you have already covered what has been discussed. How many of you, though, thought about pre-walk stretching? It's a fair bet that your companion did. He or she would have bent backwards and forwards and shaken the body, wagged the tail beyond the speed of light, possibly put in a few springs and turned a few tight circles.
You don't have to be so dramatic. However, it is useful to at least give each limb a good shake, do a little hop-skip-jump, lift the arms to chest level and swing the torso a little, then bend to toes. Yes, even for just that walk to the post box. Age is no barrier to this!
(CLICK -Here's an interesting article for you.)When out walking, find a good pace without haste. Of course, if Poochy has other ideas, you may be over-ridden on your comfort levels. All the more reason to fitten up!
Walkies over? WARM DOWN!!! Especially if you are only starting an exercise regime. You warmed up to warn the muscles and now you need to warm down, to let them know to release all the lactic acid and minimise any stiffness which may occur. Simply repeat the shake, h-s-j, swing-twist and toe stretch. You could, if you so desired, imitate what Poochy is doing. Jade's favourite post-exercise warm down was the back wriggle...
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There is no doubt that I miss the crazy, ever-red-eh? dynamo that was Jade Dog - and I have definitely lost some fitness through not having that daily discipline she enforced upon me. Excuse me... am off to have a back wriggle in her honour... Exercise safe efurbuddy!!!
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