I have an Ocicat. It moves about in short bursts and has never been outside so we run around the house. I like to call this Extreme Indoor Interval Training. Sometimes it’s tough when walls come into play but I’ve only lost consciousness several times and am proud to say since the focus on concussions, I’ve been far more diligent, moving most of the EIIT to drywall areas over the previous plaster and brick. Unfortunately, this message has taken me close to 45 minutes to write as I keep losing my place and think I’m writing a note to my Niece about her move to Paris, all because of an issue with Moots (the Ocicat) and the stairwell. He knows I can’t handle the torque of that quick right, left, right and up the stairs without hitting the pie safe which ends up feeling like running into Dick Butkus (I’m talking a statue of Dick Butkus). So yes, this morning was not one of the better days. But I think I’ve come into some serious shape compared to days of old. Of course, the mental side has been more troubling as I find myself writing phrases like “days of old” and not thinking twice about it. Physically, it’s all good. Like I can now roll the recycling bin to the curb without getting winded. Ok, the curb here in Charleston is only nine feet from the bin but let me tell you, this is progress (only a mere three weeks back, I was pausing twice to catch breath, needing a quick “anda 1, anda 2, anda 3” to tilt it back up on the wheels). So I’m here to write you a quick bit of thanks and say you need to take care and be sure to visit the East Wing of the Pompidou and enroll in the City Bike program. The Louvre is overrated.
