February, the month of love. More like the month of mud in these parts. But I will tolerate anything if it means we’re headed for warmer weather. These short days are starting to feel like an abyss of misery. The day it is still light outside for my commute home will be a blessed day.
In the meantime, I have been inching my way into a new exercise routine for the first time in years, and that is helping immensely with the short-day blues. I have never had access to an actual gym until this year, as there is one in my office building, and lemme tell ya—I knew I was out of shape, but I didn’t think 10 minutes on the elliptical was going to feel like running 10 miles.
But the truth is, I’m in my mid-twenties, and I don’t want to get any further in the aging process without a lifestyle that allows for regular exercise. The more consistent I am now, the better I will feel, and the better my body will age. Hopefully.
It’s not like I’ve been having any intense physical issues. But that’s not the point. The point is preparing my body to age gracefully, keep as much mobility as I can, and be a good example for my future children.
It’s cliché to start working out in the new year, but in our defense (my fiancé and I, as we are working out together), that is simply because that’s when it lined up.
Either way, I’m excited to feel more energized, stronger, and increase my endurance to build the best foundation I can for these next chapters of my life and beyond.
And how wonderful that I get to do that with my best friend as a united front? It has truly made a big difference to have an accountability partner who is as invested in the goal as I am.
Beyond that, I have been thinking a lot about spring. There is so much to be done, but there is comfort in knowing that the trees will sprout new leaves, the dandelions will bloom, and the air will sweeten without any effort on my part. Spring will spring no matter where I’m at in my planning and dreaming and living.
I don’t have to organize the bees moving from flower to flower or the birds building nests. They just do it.
The breeze will blow through the prairie whether I finish cleaning out my closet or not. It’s a comforting feeling to know nature moves on without much help.
Well, it’s probably pretty obvious I wrote this blog at two different times with two different lines of thought; this last part was, in fact, typed while driving to Seattle. As a passenger, of course, I would like to meet the person who can type on a laptop while going 70 miles per hour on the freeway without crashing horrifically.
I digress. The month really got away from me, is my point.
It would be interesting to know what the dear people who read this blog like to see. Do you like these more unstructured trains of thought, or the more structured type from last month? If you feel inclined, feel free to weigh in.
Thank you for reading!