It sure would be easier to be back at home, doing my teaching gig and freelance priestcraft.
I'm quite certain I'd not be going to the gym as often, nor for as long!
My bilateral plantar fasciitis is on fire, constantly. My bilateral patellar tendonitis has never been worse. My bad ankle rankles at just about any sort of movement.
One of the specialists I've seen in the last couple of years mentioned that she'd never seen anyone with so little padding on the bottom of the feet, and not many with arches so invisible to the naked eye.
Given all that, I'm glad to have a permanent no-run profile from the Army, meaning that I am not permitted to do the two-mile run during the Army Physical Fitness Test (APFT). However, all other things being equal, since so much of the Army is about running, that means that when everyone else trots off, I'm left behind.
That's not where I'd rather be!
Moreover, seeing as I'm usually in places these days that lack the facilities or equipment to do swimming or biking as the alternative to running, I'm stuck doing the 2.5-mile walk.
Now *that's* a bummer!
Have you ever tried doing a 2.5-mile walk in just over 30 minutes? It's decidedly painful, and long. Everybody else has finished the 2-mile run soon enough to have stopped sweating already before I complete the 2.5-mile walk.
All this being said, I'll be back at the gym later doing my time on the cross-trainer and the treadmill (but not *running*), and then I'll limp back to my room to ice my plantar fascii down with frozen water bottles.
I really do love my job, and am grateful to be here.
Of course, at my age in this business, I'm pretty much grateful to be anywhere, breathing....
Blessings and peace to one and all,
Fr. Tim, SJ