Thursday, March 15

[gottawonder]

Today I am grateful for:

Another beautiful day, full of melting snow and sunshine. I was able to spend some time just sitting with my mares, and the goats.

Making it to that class again. I guess you could say it's a high intensity interval training class. The exercises keep changing, and we only do each thing for 30 seconds with about 15-30 seconds in between exercises for a break, and a full minute after a set of exercises. It's hard work, but it's on the edge of what I can do comfortably.

This class was harder than last week, and some other people showed up so it was way less awkward. They've done classes with this guy before, and kind of seemed "better at doing a class". I haven't done a class like this for over ten years, and there's a learning curve to figuring out the exercises.

I'm glad I've been fairly active and working out at home, or there's no way I would have made it through the class.

I think it's pretty obvious that I need something like this, to keep me accountable, and to stay motivated. I've been getting stale working out at home, and I don't keep up the intensity.

It makes me grateful to have access to a class like this, and a facility in such a small town. I'm grateful to have the time and money to do this, and a healthy body.

Then, I came home and cleaned the porch. I had done a bit of other housework earlier, but I really needed the porch clean. It smelled terrible, because it has the litter box, the garbage pail, and all of my chore clothes in it. I cleaned the litter box and washed it, emptied the garbage pail and washed it out with peroxide based bleach, and then picked everything up off the floor, swept, and washed it, as well as washing the rug.

The porch is a pivotal room in the house, and when it is gross, everything feels gross, so I am grateful to have it clean and not stinking.

My husband is home, and he brought me an orchid plant. I love those things, I wish I could get them to re-bloom. He seems just exhausted, and broken right down. His job is always tough, but this last few weeks represents the end of a project for his company, and that is always just awful for stress, because there is a lot of fixing all the stuff that got ignored and passed over, but now has to be perfect to hand the paperwork in. Every box has to be checked off, every dotted line filled in, and that's my husband's job. I feel bad that his job does this to him, but I'm glad he's home.