I Just Want to Go to Bed! But I’ve Come to Depend on at Least Ten Minutes of Fitness for Sleeping Well

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Locked Up the Car and Walked Away for Five Minutes

I got home just before 11pm after a long, productive day and all I wanted to do was to get upstairs and go to bed. Great thesis work in the company of a great friend and colleague kept my focus off fitness, but I’ve come to depend on a feeling of satisfaction from at least ten minutes of fitness a day. This satisfaction has become a noticeable part of finding my calm, finding sleep, and preventing insomnia. It’s not even midnight and I’m pleasantly unwinding, looking forward to sleep.

Before heading up the stairs, I left my things and locked up the car and walked away from the house for five minutes. Don’t worry, I came back.

Goodnight.

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No One Cares If You Walk In Half of Your PJs

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PJ-NonPJ Hybrid

It wasn’t until I was in the midst of getting ready for bed, when I remembed I hadn’t taken any time out today for self care today. So I’m taking my evening constitutional in the middle of putting on my PJs. What of it?

Sometimes I Peek Through Your Windows. BUT In a Totally NOT Creepy Way!

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Just Noticing How Many People Have Their TVs On

It’s not like I’m going UP TO your windows to peek in. I don’t LEAVE the sidewalk. I…just enjoy glancing through your windows; you left the drapes open and lights on. Think of it like a quick anthropological glimpse into how you decorate your walls or are watching on TV.

In full disclosure I didn’t do any fitness yesterday. I let the stress help me forget…and I felt it today. Negatively. My anxiety to get to work on editing my thesis was surprisingly replaced with an anxiety that I couldn’t work enough. While closing down my computer and packing up my bag, while driving home…I felt nausea. An anxiety induced nausea. And after so much productivity. But a productivity that left me frustrated that I still have more to do. It feels like so much more.

Flirting with the notion that I’d come home and unpack my bag and get right back to editing, I remembered that I’m practicing balance. Instead I looked to find my calm. I went on a ten minute walk.

And I looked through your windows.

Sometimes You Solve a Duck-Murder on Your walk

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Walk in the Drizzle Around the Zoo Marsh

The Moms joined me on my mental health walk at the zoo! It was like a cool autumn day, in the middle of August; animals, beautiful prairie plant smells, and we solved a duck murder…sort of.

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Investigation: Ongoing


To protect the viewer, and the identification of the victim, only the untouched duck-feet are pictured.

Please Note For the Record That I Do NOT Want to Swim, but I Want to Feel Powerful, So I’m Here

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I Will Swim. Reluctantly.

I was thrown for a loop this afternoon and consequently, wanted to hide under the covers until tomorrow. Then C reminded me that the woman who wants to go get em is still in there, and I took her to Starbucks to awkwardly work on my thesis. Progress was made without an ounce of grace.

C also reminded me that I feel powerful after a swim, so I’m here now at the pool. Reluctantly.

Whilst Out on My Evening Constitutional…

I discovered that a slow, enjoyable, end of the day ten minute walk takes me around two whole blocks.

noun (dated): a walk, typically one taken regularly to maintain or restore good health.
New Oxford American Dictionary