Day 105: Accidents Happen

I might sound like a broken record here, but I really did not want to workout today.  We are still working hours and hours everyday to get our place put together and it’s exhausting.  The thought of taking the time to drive to a studio, take a class and drive home was giving me serious anxiety.  When I can’t even find enough time in the day to organize the linen closet, how can I justify two hours of commuting/yoga?  I couldn’t, thus came the 30 minute run around my neighborhood.

I must have been feeling pretty lethargic because right after I made a quick turn I tripped over a large branch and fell completely down on the ground.  I got up, brushed off, did the standard “I’m going to laugh this off smile while looking around to see who saw,” and kept running.  This got me thinking about accidents in life and how we respond to them.  Do you shrug them off and smile?  Or do you beat yourself up for making the mistake in the first place?  What do you decide to learn from them?  Although today was just a physical accident, I decided to dive deeper into it to see what I could learn.  Picking up my legs a little more would have prevented it, so would have paying closer attention to my surroundings.  Either way I look at it I’m just glad that I’m not hurt and it won’t prevent me from going on another run this week.

What sticks got in your way today and how did you respond?  Take a closer more honest look and explain to yourself what you find out.

Days 102-104: Cross Country Move

Days 102 & 103:  Although I have lived in Denver for four months, my fiance (and our belongings) were still stored in Washington, DC and Columbus, OH.  On day 102 my fiance and I moved a 16 foot Penske truck from Salina, KS to Denver, CO.   We arrived in Denver early evening and unloaded the jimmy-jammed truck into our apartment.  Now I am not sure if you’ve ever tried this, but I highly recommend trying to fit two large one bedroom apartments (we have not lived together before) into a small 650 square foot two bedroom apartment.  It was a lot like playing life-sized tetris for two days.

Therefore my workouts were moving beds, dressers, boxes and night stands from one room to another time after time, after time.  It took more effort to do this for seven hours on day 102 and twelve hours on day 103 than any other day of working out.  I can honestly say that these two days of constant moving, unpacking and organizing exhausted me more than any other day of working out so far.  Please feel free to yell at me at the top of your lungs and say “THAT DOES NOT COUNT AS A WORKOUT!,” but I would scream back louder and with more gusto than I thought possible, “Hells yes it is!  You try it!”

Day 104:    I have been counting down the days until Michael came home for a lot of reasons; one of them being so that I could share Washington Park with him.  Today was the big day.   After we played belonging tetris for the first few hours of the day we headed over to the park for a short three-mile run, after all, he needed to slowly get acclimated to the altitude after spending a year in the Navy out at sea.  I was so prepared to impress his socks off and smoke him on the run (secretly, I want to do that at some point in our lives).

We ran the first half together and I set a pretty decent pace.  Halfway around the park I could feel him wanting to pull ahead so I said my typical, “you can go faster if you want” and he said, “I’m just so cold” and took off.  I met him back at the car.  So much for my theory on altitude and my dream of beating him running (for now).