Last week, just after the gyms started shutting down, I celebrated one year of weightlifting! It’s been a chaotic year between the layoff and throwing out my back and the chronic shoulder pain and Kev’s dad dying, and to top it all off the universe threw social distancing at me to really test my resolve, but, we still out here. Somehow.

Working out at home with a kid and an attack cat isn’t… ideal. Gosh, I miss the ability to leave the house and go somewhere else and just… not be in my home space for a little while. But, we’re doing our best, even if right now our ‘best’ is… trying really hard to stay motivated enough simply to take care of my body and not slip into an anhedonic funk.

One day, I’m gonna get to go to the gym again… and it’s gonna be great…