A lesson learned: getting used to my “new” walking radius still requires fine-tuning: balancing distance with stressors and the previous use of available spoons, even after almost six years of living with this condition.
Especially after rowing more than 2.7 kilometers yesterday, I can feel the lingering fatigue making itself known, loudly whispering: “pace yourself.”
When underestimating the actual distance walked, the crash is almost inevitable.
From now on, after a rowing day, the maximum exertion is physical therapy or a walk of less than 500 meters – pinky promise.

👣 1,300 m