Juggle This

You would think that I would have enough to do. That I wouldn't really feel the need to add something else to my list of 'things to do EVERY DAY'. That I find plenty of things to fill all 24 hours in my day to the very tippy top and the thought of adding one more thing would just be perposterous.

You would think.

But I did.

I have added the 'go to the gym' ball to the juggle that is my daily routine. I know why I did it... I want/need to feel the accomplishment that comes after a good work out. I might even need to hit the bags just for hitting the bags sake. But holy smokes how in the hell am I going to manage? I have two small children! And a job! A five-thirty class sneaks up pretty darn quick when you get off of work at five and have a baby to pick up from daycare. I guess I will manage like you always do when something is important enough, but I sure don't promise that it will be pretty. Or that I will get to class on time. Or even get to class more than twice a week.

I just hope that I am able to keep the myriad of balls in the air and moving at a steady pace. Proper planning is my mantra. And the guilt of being away from my precious girls that threatens to overtake my pleasure of breaking a good sweat? I'm gonna score a TKO on that. Or hit the mat trying.