Amid finding and buying a house, packing to sell a house, getting Covid and finally actually moving over the past eight weeks, my workout routine really took a hit. I finally got on the bike once again, at pretty low intensity. I also hit a full week of strength workouts for the first time in many weeks. It’s been really hard coming back from a big hit to this schedule, and even though I’m only at about 70%, it feels good.
Living room is put together enough to sit and listen to some music while having a coffee. Priorities.
For the first morning in about seven weeks, I have no Big Next Steps. We have lots to do still, of course: plenty of unpacking and making this place home; new doctors to find; paperwork and address changes and voter registrations; oh and a whole house to sell. It’s still quiet and a little dark out, the way I like it when I’m sipping my first coffee and observing the morning. This first part of our whirlwind “should we move? Let’s move” adventure is done, and while I’m excited for the next part, I’m also quite happy to note that we’re here, we made it, and this morning all I have to do is be.
