11 April 2013: The Decrepit Father workout!

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by fortune’s dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.

Shakespeare: Sonnet 37

20 minutes on the rackety rowing machine: 700 strokes. 200 both legs and arms, 100 arm only, 100 leg only.

Four laps walking caused great exhaustion, unable to get to targeted six laps. Needed oxygen, lay quiet and stunned after this workout, not a wholly bad thing.

Old guy next to me is like most of the guys here, that is, old and riven by late-stage lung cancer. His is a particularly sad and distressing (annoying) cough which is a series of sobs. His relatives attend to him during the day but at night I must “offer up” my discomfort and annoyance for the poor souls in Purgatory and to his peace. Father Tito’s penance was indeed to offer up the pains of hospitalization and cancer as penance for my failure to love the other who is God. Heck I might be in Purgatory with Internet links to the land of the living.

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