I was pondering on hopes to sail around the world alone again and forty years after my previous Cape Horner voyage.
|Not all wheelchairs are the same ... This seems a rather more acceptable type of wheelchair, but not the sort we usually see. Thanks to Zachary Kyra-Derksen on Unsplash.|
It means in many ways that my hopes are really in the hands of Fate, of avoiding the negative effects of ageing.
A major reason behind the desire to go around again comes from the shock of seeing so many elders who appear to have given up, certainly on their health.
Either an armchair or a bed is where they seem to spend huge amounts of daily time.
And yet it must be obvious that nothing hastens the end, the final curtain, as much as sedentary behaviour like that.
Circumnavigating is the desire, but suddenly the project has a greater enemy than time.
The Chinese bug plus our unfit leaders lock us in our homes, and that’s quite the opposite path to fitness.
|Instead, they’ve closed the gyms, and locked us in our homes, and have even alerted the fuzz to ensure we follow the, er, guide lines.|
A government made of rather less fatties might have ensured that we’d be encouraged to use gyms, and walk more and exercise.
Instead, they’ve closed the gyms, and locked us in our homes, and have even alerted the fuzz to ensure we follow the, er, guide lines.
Bore-is’s laws makes a real challenge of keeping fit, and if I’m not fit, there’s little chance of attempting that ocean dream.
It’s not the virus killing my second Cape Horn project – after all, I did have it in March.
It’s the lazy thinking, or lack of thought, by our er glorious leaders that kills a project aimed at brightening up by example the prospects for elders and showing that they don’t need to hasten the inevitable.
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