When the move happens in 2 weeks - as in, 2 weeks from today we’re likely to be approaching out new home with all of our stuff - we’ll be living in a place with a fitness room. We’ll be living across the street from 3 acres of undeveloped area in the city that is lined with biking/running/walking trails.
So why is it that, right now, despite the fact that it was my idea, I am in a bit of a panic because my treadmill and home gym are about to be taken to storage? Why is is that I feel so on edge, caught up in one thought: but what happens if I want to work out?
The answer is painfully simple really. I can go for a run. I can take a walk. I can work out with other gear that we have even though it’s not the stuff that I like. I can do yoga.
The thoughts still creep up. The panic is still there, but it doesn’t have to own me and I’m not letting it do so. This is a great thing, but sometimes I wish the thoughts stayed away too.
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