Day 26 - This (relatively) forgiving body of mine...
The late summer and fall brought many changes around here, new school for the girl, new job for this mama, new schedules for everyone. The scheduling adjustments have been hard, and as hectic/active as most days feel, there still just hasn't seemed like there have been enough hours in the day to keep my body moving in the way that I need to. Fast forward to now, almost 6 months later, and I've started feeling the effects of my relative absence from the running trail and gym. The return to the gym had started to become a little mental obsession for me. I'm reaching an age where doctor's warnings regarding exercise are common, and I found myself making excuses to not go run even once I had the time. I realize that it was probably my subconscious being lazy or something but I started worrying that I am so lacking in general fitness that I would break something, strain something or even worse have a heart attack. Lucky for me The Man would have none of it, and encouraged me to reinstate our lapsed gym membership. Soooo, first trip back? So blissfully normal. Hard? Yes. But my body did everything it was supposed to. Nothing cataclysmic happened. Nothing broke. Nothing ruptured. Just this creaky machine getting fired back up, slowly but surely.