It’s been quite a week. Lots of ups and downs, but overall a good week.
I made it to TRX, and ended up in a Facebook ad for the class. Making my body a machine isn’t the goal, but I’m really sore today. Planks in the harness are not easy. I might be turning into a machine, a rusty one!
I made it to Yoga, and did a headstand for the first time since I was 10. That was really kinda fun.
I made it to Friday after having an altercation with a neighbor. I guess asking her to move her basketball goal over so that her little (6 and 8 year olds) boys wouldn’t lose their ball to my back yard makes me mean. Well, what made me mean was I wouldn’t let her make excuses for the reason why she set the thing next to my fence. When I explained that they would run out of their basketballs if we aren’t home to throw them back didn’t seem to resonate. It was the oddest thing she thinks I’m mean, but she’s calling me mean and other names in front of her kids while I’m giving back their ball. Childish is the word that comes to mind.
But here I am on a Friday morning, sore from working out, drinking my coffee, looking forward to a rainy weekend. I’m so grateful for the little things today. Mostly for my life, my breath-in and out of my lungs, my heart beat, a new day to do things better, my puppy dogs, a loving husband, healthy sons, and that I have the opportunity to go to work today.