My motivation is still nowhere to be seen, but the fidgets required I do something over the last couple days. So: lap swims, long pokewalks, and today a proper yoga practice for the first time in what feels like forever.
I’ve barely been even stretching after my lifting endeavors, and I wasn’t sure yoga would work at all– my range of motion has decreased in a few places and I was never very flexible anyway. But after I got 15 minutes into my favorite Youtube yoga, things kind of settled down. (It only took what felt like a thousand sun salutations.) I didn’t push twists too hard, let my warriors be a little less forceful, and surprised myself by being about as good at pigeon as before. (Which is to say, terrible.) And before I knew it, it was time for shavasana and things were okay.
Yesterday I went out for a pokewalk with a mission to hatch a bunch of eggs. I should get an award for 4 hatching at once! My step counter logged 4.7 miles overall, and I was walking around for almost 2 hours in the stop-start Pokemon Go way. It was hot and muggy but I took along $2 so I could stop at a Wendy’s and get a little Frosty. I took it to the neighboring shopping mall and walked around in the air conditioning and hit some more pokestops, then headed home. (Deep suburbia: Where there’s a mall within (long) walking distance, but it doesn’t have any sidewalks going to it.)
I also talked it out with my mom. It was pretty simple actually; I apologized for not telling her sooner, she apologized for getting so upset, and we moved on. I’m thankful my family doesn’t hold grudges.