|Last winter on the Osgoode Trail near our house. That's Hubby in the background.|
Because not resisting, giving in to the temptation to sit inside, can be really bad for us. And for our health. I know it's hard. Winter can be off-putting. The cold. The snow. The early darkness. The time it takes to get bundled up enough to brave the elements. It's all sooo much effort. I get that.
But there's just too much information out there to ignore the fact that inactivity is hard on us. You probably already know that sitting can be hazardous to our health. Our bodies get used to the reduced "physical demands" and our metabolism slows down. Contributing to increased weight and impaired blood circulation. Too much sitting makes us more susceptible to heart disease and other conditions. I've read a number of articles on this in the past couple of years since I retired. Since I found that I sit way more then I used to when I was still teaching. Way more than I know is good for me. Have a look at this article from Good Housekeeping for instance. It's pretty interesting, and the author provides numerous links to her sources.
Until I retired I didn't realize how much I moved around all day at school without even thinking about it. Up and down stairs, up and down long hallways, moving around the classroom, standing at the the front of a classroom waving my arms as I talked to the class. And when I retired I had to replace all that movement... somehow. And it hasn't been easy. Not when I love to read, write this blog, and have started drawing again. All activities which have me seated in one spot or another.
And winter adds another wrinkle to the problem. In spring, summer, or fall... when the weather is warm and fine... it's much easier to get up from my chair. Go outside. Go for a walk. Or a bike ride. Meet my friends for coffee after an hour of walking. But winter makes that harder. There's the cold, as I mentioned. And snow. And all that bundling up. And then there's the siren call of the book, the couch, and the crackling fire. Some days resisting that is a Herculean task... I kid you not.
But I have a secret weapon in my house. A nagging husband. My own personal coach, trainer, motivator. This is particularly helpful in the winter, when, even if it's sunny, I could easily fall prey to my desire to read the whole day long. "Come on, Suz. It's beautiful outside," Hubby intones. I groan. And then start getting dressed. "You know you'll feel great when you get going." Yeah. Yeah. I know. So I do get going. And I always feel better for it.
|Head to toes in borrowed clothes in 1985.|
Hubby has been cajoling and persuading me out onto the trails since before he was my hubby. We went cross-country skiing on our second date. I had skied exactly once before. I had no equipment or appropriate clothing. Except a turtleneck. That's why in the shot above, from 1985, I'm wearing Hubby's toque, hoodie, jacket, pants, socks, and gloves. And ski boots that he borrowed from the equipment room at school. The sunglasses are my own.
|Marlboro Forest, around 1987 or 88.|
I learned to cross-country ski on the golf course across from our house, except it was only Hubby's house then. And on the snowmobile trails in nearby Marlboro Forest. That's where the picture above was taken. Probably somewhere around 1987 or 88. I'm wearing the Gortex jacket and pants that Hubby bought me for Christmas that year. You might say that we had a trail-side romance.
|Skiing in Algonquin Park, 1990's.|
And the one below was taken on the Leaf Lake Trail in Algonquin Park in 2006. I'm chuckling to myself as I write this because the only way I can tell the vintage of these photographs is from what I'm wearing. Scientists use carbon dating... I use clothing dating.
|Leaf Lake Trail in Algonquin Park. 2006.|