I think I am overthinking a regular treadmill schedule and just need to lock in something simple and small and seldom, like a set time just once a week. It’s difficult to switch gears from all the inertial distractions that exist at home to go set myself up on the damned thing and focus. Before I moved from Lents to St. Johns the plan had been to get the cheap monthly membership at the Planet Fitness that had opened up just two blocks from my apartment, so I’d not be surrounded by distractions. Then I moved just after they opened. I keep trying to set a schedule but then get tripped up by thoughts of, “Well, that won’t be often enough to do any good.” Except that getting inertially distracted is doing even less good.

ETA: I made it all of ten minutes and only something just over 1/3 of a mile before I got too tired and my left hip asked me what the fuck I thought I was doing.

Author: Bix

The unsupported use case of a mediocre, autistic midlife in St. Johns, Oregon —now with added global pandemic.