It’s been nearly a month since we have been under a stay at home order, and about two weeks since the potential exposure at a restaurant. At best we probably manage a few hundred steps a day in the apartment, and both of our bodies are starting to complain. Between feeling unsafe going outside where there are still dozens of people walking the immediate neighborhood unmasked much of the day, and living on the second floor, we have found plenty of excuses not to work out.
Since it doesn’t look like this will be ending anytime soon, we decided yesterday that we should break out one of the more rigorous routines from P90X3. Oh. My. Gods--Everything Hurts. I had no idea it was This Bad. I am reminded of the time I was helping an elderly family member talk to a visiting physical therapist who was helping her transition home from a hospital stay. The therapist told us that each day an elderly patient is bed ridden they lose on average about 30% of their strength (and up to 5% of lean muscle mass) per DAY.
Now, this was for someone over the age of 70, with all sorts of complicating factors. As a healthy younger adult who isn’t bed ridden but just suddenly far less active, it is not as dramatic as this. That being said, when it feels This Hard to get through a work out, and I suddenly get winded coming back up the stairs after bringing the trash to the curb once a week, it feels important to remind myself to move.
I have moved to drawing on my iPad at my easel to give my body a break from sitting (and all of the strangely contorted self-cuddling postures that I pour myself into on the couch when I work there). I am trying to imagine doing some gentle stretching or yoga, but even the thought of it hurts right now… but the extent of this soreness is just evidence that it is necessary to commit to it.