Today was day 2.
A few weeks ago, I decided to dedicate the summer to feeling better inside and out.
I want to increase my stamina for family bike rides, and be able to keep better pace with Hubby. My breath and heartrate do well, but my thigh muscles tire quickly and pushing through even gentle hills gets hard.
I planned to spend the mornings riding my bike solo to build up said stamina.
Last week, on Wednesday morning, I rose before my last work day and headed to go for a solo ride, but Witchling woke early, before I got down stairs, and since he’s also learning potty, I stayed in. Then, on Thursday, I got out for a ride, but spent almost as much effort getting my bike out of the cramped garage, around the horde of disorganized chaos, and out the side door since our garage door is still broken, and we just dropped a few grand on a new AC unit so it’s going to remain broken. Friday I did nothing.
Sunday night, I turned my efforts into the house, knowing bike riding is a pipe dream at this point, between the door and potty success. I brought all my workout videos and yoga mat to the living room. Monday morning, I again rose early and completed a yoga flow. This morning, I did the same.
I can feel my patience increasing already, with the practice I had regularly until Witchlette came. I struggled to get back into the routine between Witchlette and Witchling, as she would hear me up and want to join and help and while it’s great, it doesn’t make for meditative mind.
Bringing my practice downstairs, early enough that both Littles are still asleep, has already, in two days, realigned what was slightly off kilter I’m just two sessions.