Getting moving off my couch has felt a little beyond me for the last 6 weeks (not that I’m counting!), but, according to my paper chain and my pregnancy app and all the other countdown mechanisms I’m using, I *should* be feeling better pretty soon. And there’s nothing better than the #sweatpink sisterhood to motivate me back into action!
So… here’s my goal for the summer, via a mad lib blog post everyone’s participating in. Just keep in mind this might be a slightly delayed activity.
Want to join? Just copy the Mad Lib below and fill in the underlined parts with your own answers! 🙂
I predict that we’ll _CRUSH_ (Verb) the goal of #1MillionMinutes – we’ll actually hit _2,000,000_ (number) of minutes this summer! I predict that _running_ (activity) will be the top-logged movement.
I’ll get extra minutes in by _walking or biking_ (verb) to my yoga studio (place)!
My favorite way to get extra minutes in is by doing the fun run (verb) with Running Hutch and BlogFest attendees! (person). My dog Tigger_(person) is my BEST activity partner because he/she is so high energy ALL THE TIME. (adjective). Our favorite way to relax post-workout is tonap together.
Today I took a nap at 9:30am. I’d been up for about 3 hours, and gotten a reasonable amount of stuff done. Especially for a Sunday morning. I took the dog out, I attempted to eat breakfast, I checked my email, and I sat on the couch with my head between my knees doing some deep breathing.
Then, I just had to close my eyes. Literally there was no way to keep them open, so I succumbed, and crawled back to bed, until 10:30.
If only that hour of sleep could have come at 3am, when I was wide awake for no apparent reason.
To be out of the closet now. Keeping secrets is hard.
Begrudgingly ordering decaf at 8am on Monday or a mocktail at 6pm on a Friday is hard.
Dodging social invitations because I can’t lift my head up off the pillow is hard.
Posting workout shots on Instagram and pretending they’re current makes me feel like a shifty, no-count liar.
Nodding and smiling when someone diagnoses my malaise as “maybe the flu” or “could be allergies!” and offers some remedies feels disingenuous and weird.
Now that alien is public, I’m just telling everyone, indiscriminately. I told the barista today after ordering my herbal tea (yawn, herbal tea. You are so not interesting) and got a high five. I told a Meetup friend via text that’s why I’ve been (un)conveniently unavailable for her happy hour invitations and got a “how can I help?”
It’s so nice to come out of hiding, and flaunt my nausea without shame.
Bring it, world.*
* Just kidding. I’d actually really like this to be over. I’m willing to negotiate. Whatever it takes.