05/16/2024 Revised Goals

In the month leading up to my surgery, I had a goal of walking 100 miles. I could only manage walking 75 miles then. I had underestimated all the things I needed to get done to prepare for the procedure and recovery. As my incision slowly heals and my brain gradually powers back to normalcy, I feel the need to set new activity goals for myself. 

We have less than two months until Raaga's Rangapravesam. Initially, I thought 100 miles in these two months would be a challenging goal. I went out for walking the past two days. On both days, I walked (with a friend) for a little over an hour and a couple of miles each day. Somehow the two miles from yesterday felt so much longer and tiring than those from today. Yesterday, I skipped my afternoon pain-med (Tremedol). Today, I even skipped my morning Tylenol. I do feel exhausted today, too, but none of the pins-and-needles-type pain I had experienced the first two days after the stitches were removed.

So, I decided to set my goal in terms of number of hours of physical activity as opposed to specific number of miles. An hour of activity now would only equate to 2miles but offers a lot more challenge to my body than 2 miles some time next month. So- my revised goal is to be walking for at least 1hr each day until Raaga's Rangapravesam. That's about 60hrs of walking till July 14th.

I am at 2 out of those 60hrs. Wish me luck!

Wildwood trail!

Oregon trails always bring me a smile!

Shruti has been my walking buddy this week, coming all the way from chicago

This hole in the tree had me intrigued- it was a tiny 1.5in hole but the whole tree is practically hollow! The woodpecker must have been busy during its visits here!

My real goal for this summer, and that of Raaga, her teacher, and the whole family, :)


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