The Gym, Inner Peace, and Sleep

 I'm watching this silly show on Hulu called Shrill. 

There is a part of the show where they are camping, and she cant pee outside....so, he says

" How about if I pee here with you?"

it works, and if this isn't one of those weird silly things you do when falling in love, then what is it?

Watching people fall in love....well, it just melts me. I'm a sucker for love....

With that said ,

the Gym is slowing easing into my heart.   Not like ooey gooey love, but more like..."Ok, I'm feeling ya deadlifts....I'm ready for you box squats". Like easing into a love where you weren't super sure but it grows on you....and it's not bad.

I'm on week 3 and I'm learning a little bit... not only about what I can do, even when I don't want to....but a little bit about finding my quiet inner peace in which I fight with constantly. 

My mind never stops....it counts steps, bites, it solves math problems while driving, and then.....

out of the blue....it shuts down, usually while I  am driving home from work, and I start to doze. 

WHILE DRIVING...

I digress

the gym....I'm finding that once I get past the front door, with my workout instructions in hand my mind starts to calm.   

5 sets, 12 reps, 

brain says....you can do it...push... then check it off your list.

My mind says, Girl, you are strong, and every time you show up, you are a better person for your self.

Truth.

It's a bit of new found inner peace...

I have to slow down, I have to plan self care even though in my head, at the end of a 12 hour shift I say, " Im tired, I can't today...." Then I remember my promise to myself.

Start Do Finish

And with this new inner peace, I have found a bit of sleep. A tiny bite of respite.

This post is a bit of a nonsense post...

but hey...

Write ya later,

m

Flip that leaf

Not even turn over a new leaf...i'm flippin' that baby!
Last night as I tossed and turned in bed I realized I'm not happy being stagnant....even when sleeping.  It's definitely one of my issues.  As I perused Facebook I noticed a friend of a friend talking about Skirtchasers 5K.  What the hell...I'll sign up.  I did.  Then I tossed and turned some more.  I told myself I will get up and start completing some tasks.  Start heading towards a goal...(I'm good with goals).
I got up at 630, did some laundry, got Olive ready for school, walked her to school, then headed straight to hot yoga.  shew...it was hot and exhausting and now I feel empty and it's only 1130...I am going to finish grocery shopping, prepare a menu for the week and last but not least...I'm going to reupholster my chair.  Yup, kind of out of order but that is this weeks goals.

here is what I have on my temporary paper plate:
1. send off new resume to a few hospitals for telemetry floor (hearts)
2. grocery shop
3.get tags for motorcycle
4. run the 5k this weekend
5.keep training for 10k Sept. 19
6.Hot yoga once a week
reupholster my chair...

see, list complete...gotta go get on it

xo m
I'm sore from yoga...I thought yoga was supposed to relax you

You don't know Torture

Until you sit thru a 6-8th grade Orchestra event. Ilin plays the Bass (stand up) in the Orchestra. Last night was his end of year event. We needed to be there at 630 for "tuning" (like it matters). My day yesterday was beyond full, besides the fact I was feeling under the weather with a sore throat. I got up at 515am, got ready, got the kids up, took Olive to daycare, then Ilin to school,(he had to bring his bass from home, so normal walking to school was out)me to work, leave work at 340 to get to school by 4, take huge horrible Patho test, then get home. As I walk in the door at 605 pm Ilin is standing there, waiting like preteens do, somewhat under foot. Olive is yelling, "Woohoo...yeah Mammoos home...what's for dinner? Can we go out to dinner? Please, Please ...PLEAAAAAAAAAAASE?" Then Ilin says, "Where is my black button down? I can't find it ANYWHERE". HMMMMM? You mean MY black button down? "Yeah, Mom, the one I always wear." So I rummage through dirty hampers, closets, glance at clock realize we have 7 minutes to get there and no one has eaten. I don't know where it is.(later figured out it was at his dad's) So I pull a size 7 out of the closet, roll up the sleeves and off we go, dragging the largest instrument a child can pick, short of the piano and a thin 6th grader crammed into a shirt that hasn't fit him since 3rd grade.
Once we get there, Bobby and Olive walk to the Subworks to get dinner, Bobby cannot stand listening to the school music, and I wait, or better yet, am held prisoner while the music begins. The school does this horrible thing where they set it up so that the 6th graders play first then we are stuck there for the hour and a half listening to the 7th and 8th graders. They aren't allowed to leave which in turn means the parents can't leave.

I know what you are thinking. I should be enjoying this time, my son's musical event...but it hell on your ears. Imagine 200 stringed instruments tuned by 6th graders, add screaming babies, hot sweaty gym, and uncomfortable seating, and then you tell me to enjoy.

By the time it was over I was ready to die. Literally die.
this is another reason to not have kids...
or for some of you another thing to look forward to.

oh my aching ears.