There are only so many hours in a day. I came across a spreadsheet I made around this time last year in which I had calculated how I was using all of my weekday hours.
It showed that I had .6 hours of time during which I was home, awake, and not otherwise occupied with cooking, showering, sleeping, or cleaning.
Not a lot of time to eat meals AND work out.
I try to fit in workouts at work when I can – I have a long list of ideas for that festering in my draft folder, but the gist is that I spend my breaks walking, climbing stairs, and doing some strength moves with the resistance band that lives in my desk. There’s only so sweaty one can get while at work, though, unless you’re willing to add a whole layer of cleanup complications.
(My 1.3 hours of daily breaks don’t allow for cleanup complications.)
My time this year isn’t quite so tight, but I still don’t have more than 90 minutes of that precious awake-and-able-to-work-out time. This time is also a precious delicacy to the family emergency monster, the urgent work assignment goblins, the boyfriend meltdown brigade, and the your-cat-puked-on-the-coffee-table fairies.
Why did I want a Serious Job again?
You’ll see this pretty picture in the sidebar for a few weeks:
I don’t love the name, but I could use some competitive pressure to get off my aforementioned rear and get back to running before I suffocate under the mounting pressures from every aspect of my life before I wake up in some Kafka-esque state of gelatinization.
Game on, y’all. Because, see, if I tweak the spreadsheet just a little, and I only sleep 5.7 hours, and I eat breakfast in the shower while cleaning the kitchen counters, I could squeeze in two more miles of running before work.
See?
:/
(At least I am fortunate enough to be able to try to work out more. So, haggard and zombie-limbed, I will.)