Breathe

I took Tejan to the airport yesterday. Wow. That place can steal all your holiday joy in a hurry. He's spending the week near Seattle with friends. After waiting 2 1/2 hours for his flight to finally get off the ground, I came home and crashed.

This morning I got up early. I wanted to stretch. I realized while I was in my crashed state last night that I've done nothing for my body since T. came. Other than the occasional walk with the dog, I haven't worked out at all. Which I hate. Because I LOVE my workout. I love what it does for my body. But I haven't been able to even think about putting something else on my schedule over the past few months. So of course, working out is the first thing to go. With at least 3 doctors appointments a week on average, I'm a little tired of being in the car, running around. And driving to the gym just seemed like the last straw.

So I haven't gone.

This morning I did my favorite t.v. workout. It felt so good to move my body. To be purposeful with my limbs. To take 1/2 hour and do something that's just for me.

I'm going to do it every day until Christmas. Because I need it.

I need to breathe deeply.

And extend my range of motion (figuratively and literally.)

I think I've been a tight little ball for quite a while and I need to open up.

I'll start with a good stretch and see where I end up.

And maybe, just maybe, I'll find Grace in my workout.

I believe I will.