Fitness Buddies

In the past when the flurries began, I would hole up in my little homestead to wallow in depression, eat, getting fat while waiting for the stimulating and motivating warmth to return. As part of the mental reboot achieved at camp this summer, my desire to never return to the the larger clothes size and feeling older than I look, outweighs my loathing of the cold. So, as one of my trainers would say ‘Suck it up Buttercup’! I donned walking mittens and a hat, warm wooley socks and dressed in layers. I leashed up my ‘kids’ and off we went, trying to enjoy the season as best as possible. 

Walking Little Mister always starts off a little rocky, it’s more like trying to herd cats than it is actually walking a dog. Small distractions, like sticks, only feed a puppy’s natural ADD. 

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Finally, we settle down, and actually walk, albeit the amount of ground he covers, criss crossing back and forth, vastly outmatches my distance. 

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I change the routes occasionally, this time heading towards the soccer fields nearby, which borders on a closed sandpit the City has made a nature area. As a reward for walking on the leash nicely, I let them off leash to explore and run. (Puppies need to RUN) 

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I think that face says all…Happy, Happy, Happy. 

 

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After a few ungraceful tackles on Big Girl, it was time to leash up and finish walking. 

Who knew fitness could be fun? Well, it can be…when you have fitness ‘buddies’. 


Sleep-less

You’d think an empty nester would have the luxury of sleeping, all through the night. 

No children out and about to worry over, no children’s friends tromping through the house as they come and go. And it’s fall, which means short days, long nights. The temperature lowers, perfect for snuggling under the covers, all toasty warm, with the window cracked so the fresh, crisp, chilly air can filter in. It’s the time of year where one is busy, winterizing both inside and out, ending the day with a body and mind ready to drift off to slumber land. 

But, I have a puppy. And a puppy gets in to things a puppy does, eating things a puppy shouldn’t. And then the puppy tummy lets everyone know it’s not happy. 

And so, for the past couple of nights, I am up repeatedly letting puppy out to do puppy’s ‘business’. 

I’m not complaining mind you, at least ‘Little Man’ is now old enough to rouse me from my slumber, instead of making a mess. It convinces me, God wisely gives infants to young parents, who’s youthful bodies can more easily handle the rigors of sleep deprivation. That said, here I am up every couple of hours, hurrying the puppy down the stairs and out the door, standing bare foot on cold hardwood in my chilly kitchen, waiting for little Mister to do his business. Gratefully, he returns and is as anxious to get back to his bed as I am. I crawl into the warmth of my bed, he settles down, and all is good until the next tummy grumbling. 

Infancy passes all to quickly and it feels like it was just an eye-blink ago that I was awaken in the dead of night by the cry of my baby daughter, and blurry eyed stumbled to her room to nurse my precious little bundle in the wee hours of the morning. Now it’s a much older version of that self, repeating the motions with much less grace and not nearly as much resilience. But, just as child infancy passes, this will too. Until my girls have children of their own and ‘Nanna’ can watch them, I choose to look at this inconvenience as a blessing. I could be grumpy, resentful at the intrusion of my beauty rest, but I choose to be thankful for the refresher of wonderful memories. 

So here I sit, sleepily, at my kitchen table, a large steaming cup of coffee at my fingertips, sipping it’s body warming contents slowly, feeling the veil of fog begin to part. I gaze out at the maples displaying the colors of fall, swaying in the crisp gentle breeze, crystal clear heavenly blue sky as a backdrop; a picture perfect Kodachrome postcard. Honestly, how can I be crabby? How can I be anything but grateful and willing to count my blessings?

And such is the irony of life: ‘Little Man’ sleeps with perfect contentment near my feet.  

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I’m BAAACK!

I'm BAAACK!

Well, I’m kinda sorta back! Ruger is quite plainly an example of what I’d LOVE to be doing currently after my hiatus. (yes, he really does sleep like that)

I’d love to say that during my sabbatical from Rockinthemomrole, I was relaxing and doing my best lounging lizard impression, but instead I was getting my girls off to college (and cleaning up after them), holding a garage sale, winterizing my not so small garden, trying to potty train this adorable but stubborn little beast, trying to maximize the last moments of good weather, and valiantly fighting a grunge that settled in my lungs and has clung like Gorilla Glue for weeks.
A quite unintended side effect of taking some time off, is the potential (and consequence in this case) of developing a writers block. Following a week, then two and three plus, I repeatedly asked myself, “What should I say first?”, “Where do I start?”. So much has happened where does one start?

Procrastination is a curse of mine that after 50 years I should have mastered already, and so I refuse to let this bane get the best of me. I can’t think of a better way to dive back in than to share a picture (albeit a bit fuzzy – thank you Apple for the awful new upgrade – my camera now has as bad of vision as I do) of my cute puppy sleeping so joyfully.

It honestly is what I’d love to be doing. But, alas, winter is coming. The lovely days of fall are coming to a close I fear. So, time to strap on the fortitude and keep marching.

Maybe, when he wakes up, he can join me.