I admit it. As I drive past almost any gym, I find myself coveting a membership and green with envy of all those people who have said membership.
For an hour a day, six days a week I work out at home (which used to be broken up my running outside but due to old lady gimpy knee running has taken a sabbatical). Feels like I always have, and most days it feels like I always will because a gym membership is such an easy budget cut.
Every morning as I start which ever home routine I am doing for the day, I again find myself dreaming of a gym membership. As I use my sofa to block off all escape routes for one tiny crawler, I yearn for a membership with a daycare. When I feel a cheerio, that has been one of many that have been thrown on the floor at previously mentioned tiny crawler, crush under my feet (no on judge me that I am throwing cheerios on the floor at my baby), I pine for a workout space devoid of food/toys.
the phone rings
my downward dog pose has become a tunnel
middle little man needs to pee
tiny crawler uses my plank pose to pull up to standing
jumping jacks cause a phantom door to make noise
poopy diaper needs to be changed
I need to break up a fight
I pull tiny crawler away from lamp, weights, books, etc.
home elliptical squeaks
middle little man sneaks another granola bar
I push pause for some kind of catastrophe prevention
...I sigh, keep going, and look forward to the day that I can work out at a gym.