Our days often progress as yesterday did with a life-is-funnier-than-fiction example, we attempted to leave the house. Those who care for high need small people know this is not as simple as it sounds. At 1 pm, we needed to leave. Everyone had a meltdown, all at once, and right on time. Honestly, that doesn’t happen a ton, but of course with Daddy traveling it does. Andrea decided that she would no longer go upstairs by herself. Not at all, which poses a problem since our only restroom is on our second floor. Next, Nathan froze his lip to a spoon he had secretly frozen in the freezer in true A Christmas Story style. Blood was everywhere. At least we didn’t have to call the EMT. Bleeding stopped, Ethan had the blow out of the century. It took us 1 ½ hours to get out the door. My incredible neighbor Cathy Honaker gave me permission to do anything I wanted for any length of time. As the children went to be happily loved at the Honaker “Disneyland,” I headed to run much over-due errands. I stopped at the fairgrounds in the center of our city to run. It seemed like a luxury with so much to do hanging over my head. Two 8 min/miles in the whole grand scheme of things did not put me back that much time wise. 16 mins could be lost in traffic, I justified, but instead I was happily exercised and enjoyed the fresh air. I even received a nice complement from a little old man walking there. He said in passing it was great to see a young woman running – I’ll take it. Around the lush pre-Spring fairgrounds stand the most stately birch trees I have ever seen. They are at least one hundred years old and create a sacred quiet surrounded by the noise of a busy city. No huge revelation today from this run. Just survival. Flying solo and still getting a run in, no matter how short…that, for me, is enough.
How do you fit in exercise during the extremely busy seasons of life?