Don't Forget to Have FUN (30 + Fearless, Part 10)
Nutritious breakfast first thing in the morning, coupled with an 8 oz cup of coffee, followed by a structured day at work. Leaving time to consume your premade, healthy lunch and snacks. Home by 5:45 pm with the kid in tow.
While the child does homework, you get a strenuous 30-45 minute workout in. Ending the day with a lovely family dinner and time to relax. Sounds like a fairy tale? Makes you jealous that your day doesn't go quite the same? Well, it's not reality.
My day is nowhere near this. I get coffee in the morning but that's basically it. At times, I'm not home until almost 7 pm and grab the healthiest pre-made meal I can get my hands on. Getting a
workout in daily isn't easy. Last week, I didn't get one workout in at the house. I do walk over 10,000 steps daily and lifting heavy dogs at work does build muscles but it's not the way I want to train. I'm also not going to say I get in nutritious meals either. I'm running around on my feet and am happy I even have time to shovel some food down.
Coffee is essential to my soul. Without, I would crash and burn. I've been attempting fasting. It works well but sometimes, I don't eat as soon as I would like. Typically my dinner is the biggest meal I consume. With all of the odds stacking against me, it'd be easy just to brush the whole thing off. Just give up and never write another installment.
That is not me though Instead, I've been making it a point to keep my weekends open. Getting to do adventures for a few hours each day.
Saturday was a family hike in the mountains. Taking in the views and fresh air. The drive is always a relaxing one. I suggest getting out of the city into nature as much as possible. It does do wonders for the soul. Things are much simpler.
Then, there was Sunday. Oh, Sunday was different than a refreshing hike. That day was one that kicked me on my booty. One that made me admit somewhat defeat, but showed that I had the strength to push through.
Upon an evening hike, my fiance and I had discussed mountain biking. We had brought it up before but it quickly faded. It was something we were working towards. Something we would tackle in a month or so. Friday brought me a surprise in the form of a mountain bike.
I rode it around the street to make sure I had the hang of it. Getting a feel for how it rode. So when Sunday morning began, we went off on an adventure.
Nervous but excited, I took out my bike and put on my helmet. Away we went. Going from
pavement to dirt. Seeing hills that went from high to low in the distance. Our destination. We had to weave through some hikers and runners. The first batch made it so we had to walk up the first hill. We were itching to get on the bikes.
Finally, we got to a clear stretch. Hoped on and my legs began to pump. The more I made it up the hill, the more I realized I didn't have enough lung capacity, my legs were burning, my heart pounding. I thought I was going to die. We stopped numerous times but never gave up. We finally got to the trail we wanted to explore. We mentally prepared ourselves to feel like death again. But there was something we didn't think about fully. Going down the hills. I took a deep breath
and like a rollercoaster, I shot down. Twist, turns, bumps, rocks, small inclines, people, dogs, were all things I came across. By the time we got back to the car, I was in love. Not with the going up the hills (that was brutal) but with going back down. It was freeing and just pure fun. That's right I said it, FUN!
Fun is the word I want you to remember as you take on your own journies. Keeping a strict schedule is fine and it does come in handy. Helps you achieve your goals. Just don't wear yourself out. Take breaks to just enjoy your days.
It's worth it. Here's to another week to tackle.