Day 263: Mixing it up

Ran steps this morning for the first time in a year or so. More or less a spontaneous decision. My lungs are still at about 75%, so I didn’t want a long run. There’s a small track with concrete grandstands close to here.

Nothing crazy: 24 steps per flight, 10 flights. Circle the track, do a round of steps, circle the track. Three circuits. KILLED ME by the end of it. But worth it! It’s nice to mix things up, and with these grim lungs, good to get a beast of a workout done in about 30 minutes.

I’m never sure when to go to the doctor; this is day 14 of my cold, and it seems to be gettingĀ better, but I’m still notĀ well. So at what point do I make an appointment? It’ll take several days to get in, and at that point I might be better. Or worse. There’s a social consciousness part to this: I know the system is at capacity, so I don’t want to waste time or resources. So rather than not go to the doctor because I don’t have money, I don’t go to the doctor because I’m… I don’t know. Overcautious. Something.

I think there’s a point to be made that in some places, the only people who go to the doctor whenever they feel like it are super rich, and in other places, the only people who go to the doctor whenever they feel like are morally bankrupt. So being super rich is functionally equivalent to being morally bankrupt when you compare… I’m not sure if this is going anywhere useful.

Anyway. Still sick, trying to find ways to compensate on exercise.