It feels like forever since I sat down just to write. As I’m transitioning into a new stage of life yet again, writing is one of those things I look back on and wonder how in the world I used to fit it in.
As the kids age, I find myself focused on them in a much more emotionally draining way. Babies and toddlers are a handful, of course, but I find myself reminiscing about changing diapers and persuading a 2-year-old to try his peas. Helping an 11-year-old transition to middle school and a 6-year-old navigate kindergarten is a different kind of work. Things feel so much more complicated now.
Interestingly The Husband and I seem better equipped to manage this stage of parenting together. We’ve been in a really good place lately.
And I can’t help but think my recent solo trip to Uganda helped.
I know that sounds crazy but interestingly, after learning I’ve been in a 22+ year relationship, someone on the trip asked me what I thought the secret to a happy marriage was. I blurted out without thinking…
You have to have me-things, their-things and us-things.
Traveling is definitely one of my important me-things. The Husband, although he enjoys some travel, doesn’t have the same adventurous spirit about it as I do. He really didn’t understand why I had to hop on the opportunity to travel to Africa when it presented itself but he did support it.
And yes, I HAD to go.
I think you are either a person that understands that or you don’t. There’s almost no in between.
Going also concreted my intense desire to see as much of the world as possible. Uganda was like no place I have ever been. Seeing elephants, baboons and giraffes in the wild was amazing, of course, but talking with Ugandans, learning about their culture, and sharing mine was the highlight of the trip.
What can I say? I love people! And as cheesy and trite as it sounds, I think if we all took a little time to understand and learn about each other the world would be better off. I mean, how can you not find people who live in a completely different area of the world with completely different traditions and culture interesting?
I think it’s the conversations I will hold dearest but I’m not going to lie, rafting on the Nile, seeing an elephant walk past my hotel room, and hanging out with a cheetah were friggin’ AMAZING, too!
That’s just one of like a million photos I have to go through and share. I tried to put some up in a Google album and embed it on the site a few days ago but it broke my blog so I had to remove it. However, you can see the photos on Google by clicking here.
The whole trip was the once-in-a-lifetime experience I thought it would be.
Now I’m home and trying to find my groove again. The antibiotics I was taking for malaria prevention wreaked havoc on my digestive system. So I put myself on a pre- and probiotic diet focusing mostly on kefir, kombucha, sauerkraut, under-ripe bananas and jicama. I know, it sounds strange but I feel 100% better. Finally.
Maybe I would have been fine without the odd diet but I needed to feel like I was doing something positive and in my control.
Now that I don’t feel so weak I’m excited to get back into the gym. I made kind of a big decision before leaving for Uganda which is now coming to fruition. After more than 4 years … I’m giving CrossFit a break.
Remember all those wonderful things I said about it when I started? Well, all those things are still important to me but I’m finding the gym environments I have available aren’t supporting them. I’m just not getting the warm and fuzzies about it like I used to. Maybe it’s me and not them. I’m just in a different place right now and the CrossFit gym environment isn’t giving me what I want or need.
So I’m doing what I do best and changing things up. Tomorrow morning I’m training on my own. I found an app to help me manage the Wendler (strength) program and I’m going to start running more in the mornings again.
This is uncharted territory for me. Ever since I started getting into fitness I’ve always been a class girl, which is one of the things that attracted me to CrossFit. But I’m ready to go at it alone. Actually, I’m looking forward to it. Now that I’m back in an office environment and the kids need more of my time socially (in a way — not sure if I’m describing that correctly), I feel overstimulated and stretched thin. I just want an hour to myself where I don’t have to interact with anyone if I don’t want to.
My 6 a.m. workout is so ingrained in my routine I don’t want to lose it. So I’m just shifting that from a social hour to more solo activities. Running and weight training will give me some much needed time for myself.
I may be wrong and I may hate it. Only time will tell.
There you have it. My big brain dump and update after Uganda. Just to take this post full circle… I started writing while the kids where sleeping. They are now both up. The 6-Year-Old has interrupted me about 50 times, I’ve had to break-up three fights, help get something out of the fridge, check out three Magformer creations, remind them to flush the toilet, help with Legos and yell from my office for them to leave each other alone at least five times.