I am currently walking up and down my hallway. I’m not pacing, exactly…
As part of my life-upcycling that is in progress, I’m trying to get fit again.
It is too hot to walk outside and I have no one to look after the kids. I don’t have the money to join a gym and I know I wouldn’t go if I did.
I don’t want to do nothing. As tempting as it may be to curl up in bed and let myself drift further down the spiral. That is not what I want to let myself do.
So, I watch my FitBit as I race up and down the halls like a manical cat on heat… with out all the screeching of course.
Well, maybe a little screeching.
It is ironic actually. My destination-less wandering is a lot like my old life. A lot of movement nowhere. Floundering. Swimming through pitch.
Except this is giving my legs a workout.