Blogging? Taking photos? Making videos? Knitting? Always.
Answering email? Doing laundry? Emptying the dishwasher? Buying groceries? Getting a haircut? Usually.
Cleaning bathrooms? Weeding? Catching up on paper work? Organizing closets? Going to the dentist? Sometimes.
Such are the activities that always, usually, or sometimes pre-empt, delay, forestall, and otherwise interfere with my exercise routine: an impressive name for a small effort with modest goals. Just a little something to push back on the decline in my strength, flexibility, and balance. Just an attempt to reduce the acute events with back, knees, and shoulders that have led to physiotherapy interventions.
Although I want the benefits of regular exercise, I don’t really want the work of it: not even the small amount of work that I have set for myself. Just how little I really want it is evident from the range of things that bump exercising off my day’s agenda.
Creative pursuits taking precedence? Hardly surprising. Maintenance activities? Disappointing. Unpleasant tasks? Disconcerting.
But so it is. I can be philosophical or discouraged, or any place in-between, but what really matters is carrying on. If not always then at least usually sometimes.