Okay, okay. I can admit when I am defeated. And this week is viciously and indisputably kicking my tail.
I knew this was going to be a busy week: there is something going on every single evening this week, so it’s a crack-of-dawn until middle-of-the-night packed schedule this week. The only semblance of free time has been my lunch break, and even those are jammed with running errands and getting things done that I don’t have time for anywhere else.
So yeah, I know I should be fitting in a workout during my lunch, or getting up extra-early for a morning workout. But I assure you, when the alarm went off this morning, and I had a choice of bounding out of a nice, warm bed to jump around and sweat, or snuggling back up into my pillow, with my husband’s arm wrapped around me, I curled back up without a second thought. It was going to be a long day, and I wanted as much peaceful snuggling as I could get.
One event this week was my younger stepson’s football night. I’ve mentioned he is a senior this year, and the seniors on the team were recognized with certificates and were presented with their jersey from the season. I have a lot of good memories of drowning myself in team colors on Friday football nights, yelling from the stands, my husband nudging me excitedly and saying, “There he is” every time my stepson took the field. I will miss it, but I know he is on to bigger and better things.
My husband and I traveled over an hour each way and were there on time, ready to support him and celebrate his years of tearing it up on the football field. It was important to him. I don’t pretend to begin to understand the choices of others who were not there. After we took pictures of him with his jersey and certificate, my stepson stood quietly, looked around the room, and said, “This is my last time.” My husband hugged him again and reminded him this might be the last time for this, but he has many, many first times ahead of him from here. We were there, we were proud, he thanked us and hugged us for being there, and that was what mattered.
Two more days left of this week, and I will barely be getting home in enough time to shower before hitting the sheets. I am tired. No, I am exhausted! So I am taking all pressure off of myself and waving the white flag of surrender. Working out, logging, tracking…it’s just not happening this week.
This weekend, I intend to do as close to absolutely nothing as possible. Reading. Sitting in the rocking chair on the porch. Sitting down and just enjoying not having anywhere to be except at home. Monday is a new week, and I desperately need to recharge my batteries.
Sweat & Sparkle 