I have no idea whether it’s Day 2 of Whole30 or the mom who came in behind me this week at daycare simultaneously dripping and sniffing snot, but I am feeling whooped today.
The weather isn’t helping matters either. “Unseasonably warm” would not paint a clear enough picture for you. It’s HOT. We’re desperately running all fans on high to stave off air conditioning and a closed up house. But we’re sluggish.
Even so, Winston and I got in our mile. He met a new friend. A beautiful black lab and young but not quite a puppy. I didn’t bother timing it because I knew before we started it would be slow.
And so it was.
A family walk complete with carried tricycle.
And Day 1 of Whole30.
I’m doing it, ya’ll!
I am halfway to my goal today and already plotting ways to keep up some sort of daily routine. It’s life giving.
Breathing fresh air. Soaking up the sun. Feeling the stretch of muscles and ligaments.
Today’s walk was sloooooow. I doubled back for a short bit after I realized a plastic bag had fallen out my pocket during the walk but realized that the app I use to check pace tracks mileage so it doesn’t really care if I double back. It just adds up steps to a mile and counts it. Either way, mile 15 is complete!
Don’t think that just because it’s Cinco de Mayo I neglected my mile.
Was it more of a meander? Yes.
Was it followed by tacos? Yes.
Nachos? Who is counting?!
Get off my back. I got my mile.
I loved today’s walk. Loved. it.
You know those Fall days when your body is warm and your nose never gets cold but your cheeks feel like perfectly frozen muscles on your face? They’re cool to the touch long after you come inside but the chill never permeates anything else?
That was today’s Spring weather.
And the sunset was full of purples, pinks, and blues up to a yellow divider. I’m telling you. There is something about this Spring!
And you know what else was great? Taking that walk alongside this handsome boy:
He’s the best.
We recently took home a beautifully brindled puppy that we just couldn’t keep in an attempt to give Winston more attention. (More about that on a different day)
Long story short: You can’t make up for a lack of attention by distracting from it.
Our brindled pup has been happily re-homed but we also knew we couldn’t keep taking this stud for granted. Now Winston and I are tackling 30 together! We’re getting out. We’re marveling at creation. We’re moving. (Doesn’t he look healthy?)
Definitely overdid it yesterday. My knees are whimpering! Note to reader: I thought about using the word “screaming” right there but I feel like it gives my knees too much credit. They’re weak.
Instead of punishing myself, I took mile 3 at a quick but non-punishing pace with my trusty Boxer mutt Winston. There was a lot of stopping to smell the roses. Or, in my case, photograph the roses. Or, in Winston’s case, urinate on the roses.
Here’s an exercise in trust:
Go for a walk.
Have one of you close your eyes.
And it’s easier than you’d think.