Here I am at one of the most picturesque places in the WORLD-Pebble Beach. Staying right on the coast. I’ve been here for a little over 24 hours and have already seen a wolf, a bunny, 3 staggeringly huge, gorgeous deer, song birds in countless varieties and this has just been while I’ve been out of bed.
I just returned from a walk and am struggling with how to approach this without indulging in maudlin self-pity. So I’ll try to keep it objective; factual. I went for a walk on this rugged coastline surrounded by sage, eucalyptus, sea spray. The very music that precluded and inspired music enlivened my senses but did nothing for my stamina. I nearly had to stop several times -from a FLAT walk! Pretty sure ego was the sole inspiration. People are watching!!
I once had about 10 percent body fat, my pulse rested at 50.
I was in supremely good condition as measured by anyone’s standards. Nothing felt more satisfying than a pile of sweat-heavy running clothes on the bathroom floor.
Here I was today walking on a trail and there came a little step up, sideways, to the adjacent trail-about a 6 inch horizontal lift similar to the height of a step used in step aerobic classes. Couldn’t do it. Was it true deconditioning as a result of my Stanford treatment protocol—-keep physical activity to a minimum in direct contradiction to what is espoused by EVERYONE else? If so, I am clearly compliant! Was it because I was so tired? This was a long walk (2.2 miles?). One of too much self-reflection. Too much time. Too many questions and dissipating solutions.
omg-it wasn’t a wolf, it was a coyote.