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| photo by Charles Earl |
In January 2020, I began a fitness regime through Carleton
University which had me attending the gym and the pool three times a week. This
went wonderfully well until the pandemic came to Ottawa in March, and the gym
had to close down. In June or so Carleton offered the Stretch and Strength
class that I was doing on Zoom, which was completely foreign to me, but I
joined again and attended as many times as I was capable of, when I wasn’t
curled into an anxious ball about the pandemic.
Flash forward three years later and I’ve been pretty good
about keeping to three times a week. I can even hold a plank for 50 seconds,
which I would never have imagined in 2020 as being possible at all.
I haven’t been doing other physical activities much at
all, unless you count sex with my husband and wanking (2-3 times a day, dear
Libido, really?). This diagnosis means I have to ensure I keep moving, so I’ve
embarked upon Project Amanda-in-Motion. I have to move every day.
Music has always been an uplifting and motivating force
in my life. I was already dancing for 15-20 minutes before the Zoom fitness
class and enjoying it, but I’ve also returned to daily walks, or if the weather
is bad, I’ll walk up and down the 22 flights of my building. I don’t mean
straight up, I’ll cross the corridors of each floor and move from stairwell A
to B. I did this when I was recovering from my health crisis too.
My dream is to go out to a club and dance. I know, eh?
Makes me smile too. I mean after it’s safe again of course. Do you want to come
dancing with me?
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