Yep, right there in my living room. I rolled the rug aside, moved the coffee tables ...
What, you don't double under in your living room? I'm sure my downstairs neighbors were loving it.
I went over a few of the drills we learned yesterday.
1 minute of speed rope
30 seconds on left foot
30 seconds on right foot
1 minute of speed rope
max effort double unders (I would do about 50-75)
repeat for 30 minutes
I love my new rope. My calves hate it.
I want to thank all of my readers for your awesome support after my last few super duper honest posts. Thanks for liking that I keep it real. My fear is that one day I'll meet a reader (Oh, wait, that happened) and they will tell me I'm a FAKER!
The blogs I read are the honest ones. In turn, that's how I want to blog, too. Even though, supposedly the ones with fancy pictures get the most readers, I always go back and the read the blogs with the most heart. I'm there to get a feel for the author, not the 900 ways they photograph their oatmeal and make their life look like an issue of Cooking Light and Martha Stewart Living.
My life is kind of a mess. I'm an Army wife. Shizz is always changing. My husbands work hours are crazy. The pay isn't fantastic. I'm left to pick up my life often and re-create it. Some people find this incredibly refreshing, on the outside. Sure, it sounds fun. But, really think about it. Think about how frustrating it is when you're traveling and you get lost. When you're forced to meet new people all the time. When you can't spend Holidays with your family because you're more than half a continent away. When you're in the middle of living your life and your forced to uproot it and start all over. Finding new work, finding new friends, finding a new life. Not because you want to, but because you have to.
Are there days I just want to lay in bed in my pajamas and wallow? Yep. Are there days I don't feel like going out into the world and being friendly? (so I jump rope in my living room ....)
Do I think I need more days like that to cope? Probably. This article helped me realize that I have a few more months left to cry, so I'm totally okay. Moving is no easy business. Especially when you didn't want to in the first place.
In the meantime, life goes on and I try to keep my chin up and figure out how to be useful to my husband besides keeping the house pretty and cooking. Even though he insists that's all he wants, I like waking up every day with a purpose and a sense of resonsibility.
What do you do every day that gives you purpose?
What do you wake up and look forward to every morning?
Right now, these faces sure make my day brighter!
Well, this butt makes my day brighter. ;)
I'm becoming the crazy dog lady! :D