Back in the saddle
Back in the sneakers, actually.
I have a fickle relationship with exercise. Once I've got a routine where I get myself out the door on a regular basis my body feels better, I have more energy, and my clothes fit better. All good things that I love.
If I happen to get out of the routine for whatever reason, I have a terrible time trying to get back to it. My lifelong aversion to exercise rears it's ugly head and I just can't make myself do it (or find the time, that's the real problem these days).
I was going really well for a number of months. Then came house guests for a week, followed immediately by a trip for a week. Once we came back our daily routine was different because of summer activities, and I have struggled to find the time in/around everybody's schedule to get back on the road.
Yesterday was the breaking point: the boy had a terrible night (up three times) and I was so bleary eyed in the morning and he was so fussy the only solution was to get us both out of the house before we woke everybody else up. So I put in about three miles and felt tired but good. I'm taking a break today (too far too fast and I get shin splints) and hopefully back on the road tomorrow. I'm counting on feeling better and having more energy, because these days my a$$ is dragging.
I have a fickle relationship with exercise. Once I've got a routine where I get myself out the door on a regular basis my body feels better, I have more energy, and my clothes fit better. All good things that I love.
If I happen to get out of the routine for whatever reason, I have a terrible time trying to get back to it. My lifelong aversion to exercise rears it's ugly head and I just can't make myself do it (or find the time, that's the real problem these days).
I was going really well for a number of months. Then came house guests for a week, followed immediately by a trip for a week. Once we came back our daily routine was different because of summer activities, and I have struggled to find the time in/around everybody's schedule to get back on the road.
Yesterday was the breaking point: the boy had a terrible night (up three times) and I was so bleary eyed in the morning and he was so fussy the only solution was to get us both out of the house before we woke everybody else up. So I put in about three miles and felt tired but good. I'm taking a break today (too far too fast and I get shin splints) and hopefully back on the road tomorrow. I'm counting on feeling better and having more energy, because these days my a$$ is dragging.
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Thanks for reminding me to count my blessing each time O sleeps through the night. And just because he does that consecutively now doesn't mean it'll stay that way for the next 18 years. haha.
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