I’ve spent a lot of time during the past week feeling overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by what I want and need to do. Throw in lack of sleep, not eating as I should be, two weeks off from working out because (here’s where I list the excuses) I had a broken toe and functions to attend, and I feel … overwhelmed.
The functions were great and exactly what I wanted them to be. I’m inspired to move my ass and grab what I want out of life. No complaints, but as a result my head is exploding with ideas that are now on the mother of all To-Do lists, which has me feeling … overwhelmed.
Two days ago, instead of bailing on a workout to tackle at least one item on my list, I went to boot camp. I went again yesterday morning and then again today because I will agree to anything when I’m on an adrenalin high. Take note. Moving my body is exactly what I needed to do. My head is starting to clear and I’m a bit less overwhelmed.
At some point things will get done. If I can’t keep all the balls in the air I’ll master a 3-ball juggle. I don’t know where I’m going with this.
Exercise is my preferred method of mentally pulling it together. I might grumble my way through an entire workout—my bootcamp ladies can vouch for this—but by the end I’m better able to tackle the ridiculous To-Do lists I create. With that thought, and to prepare for the Thanksgiving turkey coma we’ll be sucked into in a few days, I’m sharing B’s Mini Stairway To Hell.
The details on who christened it Stairway To Hell are sketchy. She insists I did and if that’s true it’s because the full-sized version involves lots of skipping, which is hell. B’s stance is that we all have 20 minutes every day to move our bodies. She’s right even if I hate that she’s right and would rather stay curled up on the couch eating Miss Vickie’s Sweet Chili and Sour Cream chips.
On Thursday morning we ended our workout with a condensed mini Stairway To Hell and it only took a few minutes. My challenge is to work this in on the days I don’t have her yelling (yelling is caring) at me in person. Want to challenge yourself too?
Here it is:
PS. I love B yelling at me, but I will never love skipping.