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I've started and stopped this blog a few times over the years.
This time, it's different.
I'll be blogging at least 3 times a week about small choices you can take to work on your wellness. Small ways to tap into your possibility. Small tips to unleash your inner badass. These tips will range from nutrition and food, to inspirational stories shared from others, to ideas for DO ANYWHERE workouts that will help you stay on your fitness game.
There may be invitations to accountability groups and alerts about ongoing fitness promotions, but the main point is to serve as a resource for you.
Let me know what you think!
Yesterday I looked at the calendar for today and realized I needed to be rolling well before 6, to take my son to meet the bus for a field trip. Since I know me and the way I work best, I backed this timing up to the unwelcome realization that my alarm would have to go off at 4:30.
So by the time we hopped out of the car, ay 6:02, I had done a couple of workouts, showered, dressed, and even made my coffee.
A friend was there, dropping her son off as well. “Did you really get up at 4:30?” she asked me. “Yes. It lets me start the day off well – on my schedule.”
We chatted for a few minutes, and looked at each other with some surprise when the bus rolled away at 6:15. One or the other of us commented, “In middle school, there’s no way they’d have left before 6:30.”
My son and I had talked about this on the way to school, wondering aloud what time the bus would actually leave. He was worried we’d get there, 2 minutes late, and find the bus rolling away. I pointed out that that was pretty unlikely, that if the bus needed to leave at 6 we’d have had to be there about 15 minutes before. But anything was possible, I suppose.
It’s a respect thing, though. If the bus had not left before 6:30, that’s disrespectful to all the kids and parents who got up and were there at 6. Holding the bus for latecomers as a matter of course means that people will arrive later and later, which is not honoring the schedule set.
I can go on and on about this. But the main point for me, sitting here at 7:07 am with my coffee, is that respecting time is a way we can be a part of a community. That community can be a community of one (me, getting my workout even if it is some ridiculously early hour) or a community of tens (arriving to the bus on time, and the bus leaving on time.)
Being timely, being respectful of your schedule and that of others? Small notches in the badass belt. But every notch counts.
5:04 am. The ring tone I thought was amusing when I picked it out goes off. I successfully hit the snooze button. (incidentally, this is not easy to do when you’re not very awake.)
Angel: Get up! Ready for some Shaun T? Yay! Way to start your day.
Devil: Roll over. You’re so tired.
A: Rah Rah! Go!
D: You could work out at 6. What’s this 5 am thing all about?
A: You feel great when you stick to your routine. Get up!
D: You are going walking with a friend later. That counts, right?
A: It’s raining. Get in your workout now, and if you get to walk, it’s like a stretch.
D: You’re tired. How about doing the workout this afternoon?
A: You’re already awake, basically. Swing your legs over the bed and let’s get this thing on the road!
D: (interrupted, drowned out, by the sound of rustling covers and steps to the bathroom.) Foiled again.
A: Nanny nanny boo boo.
Sometimes just knowing which voice to listen to can make you feel like a badass.