So here we go, blog number two. What to write about…. Not Covid-19! But I can write about how I’m keeping myself active. If you follow me on Social Media you might have seen that I like to go for, what I call, a push – obviously this is going out in my wheelchair pushing myself to another location, or in this case, round a large playing field. This I do for several reasons, I enjoy the great outdoors and it keeps me fit, gets me out of the house, it’s free and there is less chance of catching anything!
So round this local park I go, I use my front wheel attachment on my wheelchair which keeps the front casters elevated. This elevation of the casters keeps them clean and the bearings last longer. I didn’t realise the damage even wet grass could do till Jack from Jack’s Mobility Solutions came to service my chair and educated me passing on vital information about the reasons that my bearings and casters were in the state they were. This state in turn affects the performance of the wheelchair.
I’m not sure how big the park is, there are several football pitches marked out on the grass, a cricket field at one end with a kids playground next to it – I’m sure it’s the same slide that was there when I was my sons age, albeit with a different lick of paint. I try not to time myself, or check the distance when pushing round, I just take note of my breathing and how tired I’m getting. It feels good when I finish, breathing hard and a slight muscle ache.I make sure I go round at least twice – I have to make a point of saying that I tend to go on the outside of the cricket field, so I do a three quarter size loop of the park each time. Oh, and just inside the bank that rises up on one side of the park stretching to the tree line with a farmers field behind…. Would you say it’s still three quarters of a lap?….
At the end of my loops, I get through the kissing gate into the car park, sometimes having to wait for a dog walker to pass through. I wheel onto the tarmac and take a look at myself. My heart is pumping, my breathing is quickened and my wheels are muddy, it feels great!
When I reach my car I remove my third wheel, open the boot to place it in and realise I need some wipes, but they are in the front of the car. I gingerly push to the front passenger door, open it leaving a muddy hand print on the handle and reach for the wipes. Once inside the car, I’m all cleaned up, hands and wheelchair side guards mainly, chair loaded in and I’m ready to head home. I feel lucky to live where I do, there are some great outdoor spaces and as I write this my NHS app say Covid Alert Level Medium but numbers are rising. I’m going to listen to Incubus as I leave the car park and try not to worry too much……. Or will worrying keep me safe and alive?!