It is now Day 3 of the NZ Government enforced lock-down and how are we all feeling ?
Starting the day with a morning run seems normal to me (although something I would generally only do in the weekends). As an early riser, the streets aren’t that busy; however as walking is about the only exercise we can do to reduce the effects of any ‘cabin fever’ setting in – running for me has now become a game of snakes and ladders as I slither zig-zag style along the footpaths and empty roads, ensuring social distancing is maintained.
Generally, whenever I’ve been running, everyone is deep in their own thoughts and rarely acknowledges someone passing by. Now we have to trade glances at each other, as we navigate “whose going to make the first 2 metre move!” It invariably ends up with a ‘hello’ of sorts being shared between the participants. as a private negotiation determines who ends up in the grass verge and who gracefully dances along the footpath!
With my home office (or lack thereof) being the dining room table; it is less than a 2 metre sprint to the fridge doors!!! This could be dangerous? Many of us will have a fridge over-flowing with stockpiles of food, pantries bulging under the weight of extra supplies (temptation everywhere you look). My local Countdown supermarket had 4 bars of Whittaker’s chocolates left ; empty shelves of flour, pasta and 2 minute noodles. What does this mean?
I am keen to remain the same dress size by the end of my staycation? To do this, I’m going to have to introduce some discipline and structure; look after the body, mind and soul and do a balancing act of sorts by avoiding extra temptation (who needs Easter eggs and hot-cross buns) when walking to the supermarket to get those extra and urgent food supplies!
At the end of the next 4 weeks, do I want to be fitter or fatter?
