I did exercises. Managed to stay up on my toes through seventy reps now for “tricep” push-ups. Tomorrow I will time myself. Hopefully, with a little extra sleep, my times will be good. I thought about timing myself in the evening after work, but getting through exercises after work consistently is my evening goal. No use in muddying the mental waters with an extra expectation. Hopefully, after a week of rest, I’ll be able to increase the number of reps I can stay on my toes. Next month, I should start with sixty knuckle push-ups on the floor, then do forty on the mat.
I should also look up the spelling of mat. Mat or matte? Okay mat is the padding on the floor we use for exercising. It is also a tangle of hair. Matte refers to a decorative piece of material (though “mat” also works for this, too.) If in doubt, “mat” is most commonly used. “Matte” can refer to a metal mixture–that’s one I had not heard of. Here’s a link:
https://www.homophone.com/h/mat-matt-matte
This morning, the air outside was damp and gave me hope for rain. I’ve watered the trees in the front, but the ones in the back also need watering.
Last night’s “Zen Flesh, Zen Bones” story was a bit odd. The first Zen Master to go to the United States Soyen Shaku, gave the following recommendations: go to bed and get up at the same time every day; have meals at the same time every day. Shaku also said, “Behave with guests the same way you would behave alone; behave alone the same way you would with guests.” He was all about consistency and developing healthy habits. Were we Americans, as a culture, already out-of-balance by the time Master Shaku visited in 1893? The seeds of our current disease, and also its cure, were evident to him so early?
I admit that, when I lived in Germany, life felt more balanced. The pace was humane rather than frenetic. France was also better than the US, but still a little crazy. Sometimes that French craziness was creative; other times dysfunctional. I am speaking, of course, of life as I experienced it in those places, as compared to my experiences in the United States. Admittedly, while culture holds sway over us, individual experiences can still differ greatly. My experience of Germany was right around the time of the Reunification; it was a joyful time, over all. Paris in the mid-1990’s felt like a big adventure to my husband and me, both in our mid-twenties. One’s age plays a role, too.
