However... pause.... for dramatic effect..... I did get on the 'dreaded' hang board: Monday and Tuesday.
Sometimes it is easier than others...
On Friday, I made it to the gym.... alone. Can you believe it... alone. John had taught a class at the gym on Thursday night (ropes, anchors and gear - told you he is a badass). He texted me on Friday: "you should go to the gym tonight". I was filled with zero motivation for the gym, but a ton motivation to stay outside working in our gardens (I am very into gardening this spring... but that is a whole other post in itself). By the time John got home, I still had zero motivation to climb, but considerable motivation to get out of the house... so off I went, alone.
Despite slacking off the past few weeks, I climbed alright. Not great, but alright. The gym was generally quiet, which I love, and I was able to just zone out with my iPod. The thing is, I missed John and the Kid. I missed them. I have heard my friends talk about feeling 'guilty' when they are away from their kids; that wasn't how I felt, I just missed them both. When I got home and pulled up to the house, I saw the Kid standing half naked at the window waving to me, with John in the background, my heart just swelled. I love my family. I love my life.
Even though I missed John and the Kid, it was good that I went to the gym by myself. It is good to miss your family; it is good to feel like that, and good for them to feel your renewed love when you get home. Also, I came home with stories to share with John, and they were not about diapers, snot, or stress; just like he had come home the night before with gym stories to share with me. There is a tendency, as a mom, to always be there - and not only do we need a break from our family, but sometimes they need a break from us (as hard as it is to admit that).
This brings me back to my belief that taking time to be 'me' makes me a better mom, and a better wife.
Another quick observation... I used to hate, hate, hate the gym. Hated it, but I had to go there to train, and I bitched the whole time. Well, I was away for so long that... dramatic pause... I like the gym again. Yes, plastic sucks, but I enjoy my times as a plastic princess. See, absence does make the heart grow fonder.
