In true Michigan fashion, the weather has been a little sketchy. We went swimming one day and, the next, I was digging snow boots back out of the closet. But I know it’s coming. The revitalization of Spring is coming.
An awakening arrived, not so coincidentally, last week where I spent four days immersed with other students at Detroit Institute for Children. It was truly a whole new world and I sunk quickly into information of the physiologic and psychologic science of audiation. We spent the week studying speech-language pathology in the world of deaf and hard of hearing early education. In experiencing this environment, a spark was lit. I felt at home. I felt overwhelmed with excitement. They offer a volunteer educator summer program and honestly I couldn’t have turned in my paperwork fast enough. The week lifted me in a way that helped me to look forward with renewed positive purpose, and at myself in ways to rebuild the inside and out.
While working towards mental health in grief counseling, I’d put my physical health aside. Christmas break brought much Arby’s, Nintendo and vegetation that set habits for the ongoing polar deep freeze that we are all still recovering from. I rely on my summer tennis clinics and nice weather to stay on my game and, well, I’m pretty sure this winter has been thirty seven months long. My bad knee has been deconditioned so I have traded in running for swimming and basketball. Who knew that a court was worse on a joint than running. Maybe I did, but since I like it more than running alone, here I am with my very un-bionic knee. I know I can’t put bath bombs in it (bother😣), but my doctor suggested a hot tub. I’ll have to work the temperature way down due to my also very un-bionic heart. Hi, almost 41 and puckish genetics. Nevertheless, the jets will do me good and keep me away from a chiropractor which I fear almost as much as whales.
When I was coaching last summer, the spa at the gym started offering hot stone therapy which was something I’d always wanted to do but didn’t want to do the whole ‘spa thing’. This gave me a sort of free pass and I didn’t have to leave my Man Card at the door. I also made the mistake of hearing about salt floats in sensory deprivation at a place called Neuro Fitness, and now I’m obsessed with trying that, too.
I have a dietician as part of my cardiac rehab and I’ve been racking up major No-No Slips with her like crazy. So, I went to get new cookbooks the other night, specifically, ‘anti-cholesterol’ regimens. Apparently cholesterol diets aren’t cool anymore because I couldn’t find a one. Tons of keto, paleo and how to deep fry a flaming pork roast wrapped in elephant ears. Nothing for cholesterol…which I need to cut in half. Half. Again, thanks, person who says he’s my dad. I settled on several books based in Superfoods and clean eating and I’m satisfied and excited with that. My daughter, however, did not appreciate the gravity of one of the titles and left me a love note to boost my spirits.
The turtles were out in bunches across the road at Bird Hills preserve during the short stretch of warm weather. Tucked away in a sunny alcove, waiting. Same 😍 A great joy I’m anxiously looking forward to is getting my bike out along Huron River Drive behind our home. In the summer evenings at sunset, there aren’t many places I’d rather be.
For now, I’m not letting any dust gather on my treadmill and my summer coaching schedule is slowly taking shape. This winter tried it’s best to claim my mind, and tummy, as it’s own but I am forging ahead with healthy tools in hand. Now to work on dropping the Diet Coke from the other one. It is there, my friends, the real battle will be fought!