New beginnings

I walked home last night in the snow. Heavy flakes hit me in the face as I emerged from the subway. It was all I could do to walk home in a dignified manner because I really wanted to channel my inner 2-year-old and throw a tantrum right there on  the street.

I went to bed (in flannel pants, a hoodie and buried under all my covers) and slept hard. I actually felt refreshed when I awoke, a deviation from recent mornings when I was dragging. Still, I was irritated to walk through the sidewalk slush back to the train.

But this afternoon, my mood changed. I left work just after 4 p.m., which left me tons of time to get to my 5:30 boot camp class. It was still chilly, but the sun was out and the slush was gone, so I decided to walk the 36 blocks. I still had time when I got to my cross street, so I popped into anthropologie, where the spring dresses and light layers were out. I felt cheerier. When I arrived at boot camp, I found a mat in the sun. I did some stretching, then laid in the warmth like a cat would.

As I was laying there, I realized this would be my last class at least for a while. It was the 10th in the 10-class package I’d purchased. I’ll be out of town next week, and when I get back, I have a couple new fitness classes lined up. It made me happy to think of the new beginnings.

Additionally, I’ll only have two sessions left of academic class I’m not that into. Then a new one begins. I might have more changes in the works, but I’ll hold off on sharing them publicly.

So lots to look forward to this spring. I hope you all have something planned to make you feel giddy. If you don’t, plan a trip to New York and we’ll go paddleboarding around the Statue of Liberty. That sounds fun, right?

Published by Candace

I’m a journalist, nutritionist, doting auntie, one-time bobsledder, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.

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