Since we’ve back in the U.S., I’ve been getting my workouts in when I can but have been struggling to find any consistency. Remember how much I love time management? This was bothering me.
I asked my mom-athlete friends with kids the same age as mine: “how are YOU getting your workouts in?” and the consensus was that we’re all winging it and getting them in when we can. Ten minutes here. Twenty minutes there. Undesirable responses but reality for a lot of us.
I’ve always viewed my workouts as an important business meeting – it’s a non-negotiable that can’t be canceled moments before showtime. Then the small human appears and she’s like, “huh. Watch this.” And there’s sleep regressions or teething or a virus or a poopy diaper and you’re up all night and when it’s time for the morning workout, she’s asleep and you do the right thing and you fall asleep too. Because sleep. (Just now, 20 months later, am I loosening my death-grip on the motto sleep-when-the-baby-sleeps.)
Anyway. It’s 6:22 a.m. on Friday. I finished my 4:45 workout, came home and have made coffee and oatmeal in sync with the furnace so my actions are muffled and the dogs and humans stay sleeping.
I don’t want to get my hopes up too high but this might work this time. These early morning workouts.
So far so good. This week.
And that’s the other thing. It could all go to shit next week. That’s OK. I’ll just keep getting them in when I can.
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