I was sitting at my desk, torn on what to do for physical activity. The outdoors was calling to me. My workout bag sat in the nearby chair. I had options.
My tentative plan was to “try” to make the water running class this evening. I knew that in all likelihood, it would not happen. Not only is it not convenient to home, but the childcare is only open until 7 pm on Friday. The water running class goes until 7:25 pm. If YaYa’s leg wasn’t in a cast still, he could be in pool with BoBo for recreational swim. It is in the other part of the same pool as my class and has a lifeguard.
With the childcare issue, I was back in the boat of needing some sort of physical activity. Anything. But what? What’s a girl to do?
As I mentioned yesterday, my transition back to running had a set back. There was a residual “twinge” that I was feeling whenever my foot flexed past a certain point. I had felt this same “twinge” when I would stretch my foot in the morning during the past couple of days. I had been doing well, so I was puzzled.
What was the change? I thought back on the week.