It is the summer solstice, and I am making a wintry soup, a pot of broccoli cheddar cheese soup. I had vegetables that weren't going to last much longer, and I love this soup. Once I ate it year round. Then I had it mainly when I went to Panera to meet friends. Lately, I haven't had it at all. So, today we'll have soup.
I saw a stunning sunrise this morning, which seemed appropriate for the morning of the summer solstice. For the past 3 months, I've been walking almost every morning, and lately, I've been getting out a bit earlier. I have always tried to time my walks so that I could see the sunrise, and now I want to get home shortly after sunrise. It gets so hot and often steamy once the sun is up.
This week was the week where I cancelled my membership with the small gym that's part of the Wellness Center that's at Broward General Hospital. I haven't been there since it closed on March 18. It re-opened near the end of May, and classes resumed June 1. But the classes were on a slightly different schedule, and now showers aren't available. With my increasing temperature taking duties at school, it just seemed impossible.
But even had the scheduling worked out, I wouldn't be going back to spin class any time soon. The class is in a very small room, and we're all sweating and breathing heavily. In a time of a new virus that's transmitted when people are in a confined space and exposed to each other's respiratory droplets, it doesn't seem wise to go to spin class.
I'd been coming to this realization as I walked every morning for the last 3 months. I'm a little surprised that classes are back, to be honest. I hadn't expected classes to resume for many months yet.
I'm lucky, in many ways. For most of my life, I've exercised on my own. I don't need fancy equipment. I don't need an instructor to tell me how to maximize my workout. I understand all the various theories around exercise and how to maximize the benefits. I have a lovely neighborhood where it's safe to take a walk. Yes, I'm lucky.
It still feels strange to realize that an era has ended for me. Realistically, I'm not likely to return to the Wellness Center. When I first started going there, it was on my way to and from work. Now it's out of the way, and during this shut down, I realized how much gas and travel time it takes to get there.
I'll miss the community that was there, but that community may no longer be there. I was one of the younger ones who went to spin class, and I'm about to turn 55. I'll miss the support and the camaraderie.
I do love a good spin class. I love that I show up, and the instructor has made all the decisions about when we'll speed up and when we'll do jumps, and someone else has chosen the music. I do love that I can get a vigorous workout that's low impact. I do love a good spin class, but it's not safe right now.
I don't think of goodbyes this way. I'm used to being the one who moves away. I'm also used to a more gradual drifting away. A crashing down of a wall between before and after because of a huge national/global event (as opposed to a huge personal event, like moving)--that type of ending still feels strange to me.
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