Listening to my heart, the doctor asked, "How much exercise are you getting?"
"None," I admitted. Then noting that I have gained a lot of weight in past six months, I sought out the exercise room. About the only exercise equipment I could easily use was a stationary bicycle.
I mounted and started using the moveable handlebars. As I "rowed": I noticed it kept track of the "miles" I had traveled. When I reached half a mile, I decided to go for a goal of one mile. I began to tire at a three quarters and the last tenth was tough, but I finished.
The next day I went back and started rowing again. I reminisced as I rowed, remembering how, when I lived at the harbor, I rowed a mile a day each morning. So I began to mentally recreate my morning row.
At one tenth of a mile rowed, I said, "I have reached the main channel." At two tenths I said, "I am half way up the main channel to the cross channel." I rowed on.
Farther on I remembered the lady who used to wave at me from her apartment window each morning. At half a mile I said, "I have reached the turning basin." I stopped and rested on my oars, and I really needed the rest. After my heart slowed to normal, I started toward "home" at a more leisurely pace.
At one mile, I was at my home dock, but I wanted to do more than the day before, so I slowly rowed up my channel and back adding two more tenths of a mile.
Today, I think I will row south to the bridge and back. That will be a mile and half. The scenery wil be different, and I may see a sea lion on the way
LATER: I made it to the "bridge" and back. It was tougher going to the bridge... I guess the tide was coming in. I will check online and see if I can find a tide table for Oxnard. I haven't needed one for years. Best time to row would be just as the tide changes, picking my destination accourding to whether the tide is coming in or going out.
I was very leisurely coming home, and when I got back to my "dock", I still had poop enough for an extra tenth of a mile... say 500 feet.
I am sad that I have to do this virtually. I miss the real thing..