I thought I was ready for the week.
Sunday
It started off so lovely. I caught a sunrise scene at Taughannock Falls and spent the rest of the day readying myself for the week.
Laundry: check.
Groceries: check.
Meal prep: check.
Emails: check.
I was really on a roll Sunday…
Monday
And as far as Mondays go, it could have gone much worse.
I am not sure which student did this to the books or when, but the fact that this is how they spent their time makes me giggle.
Tuesday
I’ve been trying very hard to re-establish workout routine. I know I’m starting to sound like a broken record, but getting back to consistently exercising hasn’t been easy. What’s been harder still is being a little kinder to myself about it all… and a little less OCD about it all.
Usually if I miss a workout or don’t start the day right, I get really down on myself and decide to scrap the entire 24 hours.
“I’ll reset tomorrow,” I’ll say. Or…
“This week is a mess. I’ll start over on Sunday.”
I also keep trying to plan out the perfect day, week, month… I’ll look over my calendar and my weekly obligations and try to formulate a foolproof plan— a surefire way to get in every WOD, yoga session, meditation moment, etc. I try to write out what the perfect day would look like:
5:00 AM – Wake
5:15 AM – Yoga & meditation…
No, wait… morning WOD? How can I fit in a WOD and be on my writer’s meet by 6:00?
The problem— well, one of many problems— is that I’m trying to cram too much into a day. I’m setting myself up for failure because the moment I get off track, I decide to throw away the whole day.
Which is why I’m working on giving myself permission to be imperfect. I’m working on being grateful for the days I get over to Nick and Ashley’s garage to sweat and leave doodles.
Wednesday
Taranne came to town for one night. It was nice to be able to vent to her about the struggles the students have been having and the struggles we’ve been having with the parents while we try to help said struggling students.
The struggle is real.
It was also nice to vent about the opposing team’s coach from the game we played against New Hartford. Dickhead. We had words. Or rather, I had words for him when the game was over.
Thursday
Coach Coop and I did some team building with the girls on Thursday. It was very needed. I have brought this ridiculous game everywhere I’ve gone, and it never fails to be a giant hit. I don’t even know what it’s truly called. I’ve always just referred to it as “Chopsticks” because that’s the first of the five things that can get called out. But whatever it’s called, the smiles and the laughter were everything.
It was especially fun to do at the end of such a good practice.
Coop and I demonstrated one of the drills, and it was the first time in a long time that I’ve actually sprinted and hit a true cross. Usually we dummy-demonstrate things, or talk the girls through drills in slow-motion. What a glorious feeling to move, to connect with the ball.
And, might I add, it was a great sprint and a beautiful cross. The girls were wowed (not that it’s hard to impress them).
Friday
Alas, by Thursday night the stress of the week caught up with me. At Nick and Ashley’s urging I went to the ER. Apparently suppressed immune system + stress = Shingles for Tiffany.
Had to skip out on the Back to School Dance and fun with my colleagues. Ballard and co. handled everything for me, though, like I knew they would.
Shout out to Colleen, Ben, and Allie for the selfie. Ben doesn’t look creepy at all.
Saturday
Some friends are for life and will patiently wait on your porch for you to come out and give them treats, even when you’re contagious with Shingles.