All summer I’ve struggled with finding the time to workout. This happens to me once a year and always for a different reason–odd work schedules, the weather, what have you–and I’ve just come to accept it at this point. I remember this happening when I went back to work after LG; daylight savings time had ended, so it was getting dark earlier and I just couldn’t make working out work with my schedule. I know I wrote a blog post about it and maybe I mentioned in that post, but around that time, I was talking Holly, all, “Will I ever workout again?”, etc. and Holly was like, this is just the season your life is in right now, so don’t stress about it, things will change and you’ll be in a new season. Ebb, flow, etc. And guess what? She was right. The season did change and I actually ran a half marathon a year later, so I’d say I found the time to workout.
This summer, though. July was a particularly pitiful month for me, workout-wise. I think I worked out maybe 10 times, total. I logged about 20 miles, which is, again, pitiful. The good news is that I mostly didn’t workout because I was off doing fun things, like going to Vegas and stuff, so it’s not like it was all business. Still, being one of those obnoxious people who needs to workout to be happy, that did not make me super happy. Also, I sit for a good portion of my day and if I sit too long, I get a literal pain in my ass and walking around helps with that. So, I decided that August would be better. I would workout “more.” Ultimately, I worked out 20 days and logged 45 miles. I didn’t break any records, but it felt nice to decide to do something and then make it happen. Hot weather and busy schedules be dammed.
The point is, if you decide to do something, you can do it. But the point is also to enjoy your life where it is right now because shit changes all the time. Babies are only babies for a second and your friend only turns 30 once, so have fun and try harder next month. Enjoy the season you’re in right now.
Speaking of which, September is notoriously the hottest month of the year in California and our A/C is broken, so while the rest of the nation is off enjoying their seasons, I’ll be over here sweating ballz.
This is my problem right now. The only good time for me to work out is when both kids are in school, and I’ve made my peace with the fact that I have to spend the rest of the afternoon sweaty, because I would rather run and errand, or – let’s be honest – watch something on TV – before school pickup, than take a shower and get dressed in real clothes.
I am super ovah sweating all the damn time.