I woke to non-stop coverage of events in Boston on the local public radio station. I listened while puttering around the apartment and on line and while making breakfast. So much of the coverage is repetitive. When it's not repetitive, much is non-news, such as an interview with the uncle of the brothers suspected of planting the bombs near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Of the remainder, much is speculation.
What caught my attention was hearing about the streets of Boston and surrounding towns being near-deserted, emptied of pedestrians and cars. I couldn't imagine it during daylight and switched to television news.
The non-stop broadcasts became oppressive. I found myself spontaneously deciding to get away from them by heading to Trader Joe's for some basics and a stop at the gym on the way back. It seemed that a little physical effort could be cathartic. For the first time I discovered that it is.
(The thought of going to the gym today struck yesterday, but I'd just about banished it.)
No one said it would be easy, but it can be easier.
| current weight: 265.0