At some point or other, we all misplace our desire to exercise.
To get to the gym. To pull out those old exercise DVD’s so you don’t have to get to the gym. To lace up your running shoes and take a brisk walk around the block. To do a few pushups and planks after your bath. To stretch before you finally tumble into bed after a Very. Long. Day.
Last Friday, my husband had surgery to remove a tumor from his small bowel (the prognosis is guardedly optimistic; still waiting on the final pathology report, I’ll keep you posted).
Since then, my days have been spent in a whirlwind of childcare (get up, empty dishwasher, feed and clothe children, rush out to pick up the babysitter, inundate said babysitter with directions of feeding and clothing of children in my absence), hospital visits (drive 35 minutes to hospital, fetch ice and blankets for hubby, check in with nurses and resident doctors, ‘walk’ hubby around and around and around the nursing station, drive 35 minutes home, stop to pick up groceries and other necessities if time permits) and more childcare (clean up the mess made while I was out, start the laundry, prepare dinner, clean up dinner, run the dishwasher, prep meals for the next day, get children to bed), before collapsing in bed, exhausted, but unable to sleep. (Come to think of it, it’s not much different from my usual routine, except for the additional stress, of course).
Friends and family have been great, helping out when they can, but it was a holiday weekend (many were busy with Thanksgiving plans of their own) and flu season seems to be getting an early start (two of the four families that are helping me tend to my children were ill, as well as my oldest son and very possibly dear daughter…), so it’s mainly been up to me to keep the show running. I’m completely exhausted and we have at least another four days of the same routine to get through before hubby comes home (and a whole new tiring schedule begins).
Not that I’m complaining; I’m very grateful that the prognosis is as good as it is and that we have so many people that are willing to help us out. But it hasn’t been easy (and I’m generally a very organized and positive person).
Notice that I didn’t once mention working out in my list of activities? That’s right, I haven’t been to the gym in almost a week. In fact, I haven’t done any more exercise than walk from my car to the hospital (albeit, it is a 10 minute walk and mostly uphill, but not really the same as a strenuous workout in the gym) and back.
That’ll be me tomorrow, the big faker on the ARC trainer (although I’m hoping that the ‘faking’ part will only last a few minutes and that once the endorphins kick in, I’ll be truly happy to be there!). I’ve got an hour in my day, and know that lifting weights will lift my spirits as well.
If you see me, be sure to smile and give me a ‘thumbs up’. I’m needing all the encouragement I can get!
What’s your strategy for getting in a workout when you really don’t feel like it (although you know you won’t regret it after it’s done)?