Me.

Mom. Triathlete. Yogi. Foodie. Writer. Boss. Coffee lover. Side hustler.

I run for team Oiselle Volée and Skratch Labs.

Homecoming

Homecoming

Go ahead.  Call it a comeback.  I did.

I've been slowly spinning out of balance for over a week.  I didn't feel stressed, but I've proven that my body can handle a ton of pressure.  I kinda know what I need to do in order to settle the storms, but I also can't make too many changes at once.  I'll complicate the problem.  Today, I decided to initiate some changes.  One of them happened to be my return to the gym.  

I took roughly a year long hiatus for a number of reasons.  I have always tried to get all my training done in the morning; I have all the equipment at my home.  I rarely went to the gym once I got settled in my new home, so it didn't make sense to keep up with the membership.  I did find that not having occasional access to the gym (if I needed to rip off a few miles, or hit the shower) sucked.  When my company waived the monthly fee, it certainly sweetened the deal.  

Today, I returned to that pain cave.  Literally.  It's a gym in the basement of an old building.  I spent hours there, during my darkest hours - sometimes closing the place, sometimes showing up after a few hours of drinking, always trying to beat all emotion from my body (which never really worked out anyway).  Next to Starbucks, the gym was a safe place for me.  I was surrounded by the same late-nighters moving through their workouts like zombies.  I would put in my ear buds and lose myself.    

This time, today, I walked in wearing my power suit with a goal of changing the game.  I kept to myself, ran 3 miles, and did a little stretching before I retired to the locker room.  Although the place had been freshened up with new paint, new carpeting, and an updated layout of equipment, the same shit TV channels were being broadcast and the same cast of lunch time characters were present.  The difference today was me.  

Forever a gym rat, I couldn't resist taking a locker room selfie to document my comeback.  Feels a bit like home.  

What Matters Most

What Matters Most

Wonder

Wonder