Entrepreneur life: the first year you look cute, the second year you look like you may die, and the third year you go nuts and die your hair green.
Life, it seems, has not wanted to play fair.
My 17 year marriage disintegrated in 2015, and the next year royally sucked. I got the idea I could run a business in 2017, had three near-perfect months in a cottage and fell in love, but life got super hard despite being in love. It was supposed to get better and got much worse, and then much more WORSE and then maybe, just maybe there was hope. I felt relief for the first time in months, if not years.
Even though I don’t like my weight, and summer asthma means no hiking in the valley in the foreseeable future.
But Giup has been here, and that’s Special :)
When we last left off, the Buckeye was improving. What I never told all of you is the fact he was fired from his job the day we came home from our mini-moon, four days after our wedding.
He got fired for looking for another job (mind you, never on company time.) His first day back after his wedding he came in to his office to find everything packed in a box, despite in the month prior, he’d secured over a million dollars in new projects for the company. He had, for better or for worse, discovered the company was for sale; quietly, he had updated his LinkedIn, and passed resumes to a few people. That was considered blasphemous by his boss, and he was shown to the door. The day he came back from his wedding.
Yes, we know it was a dick move. That fact has been universally agreed on. It, however, does not make it any easier to live through.
So when he almost dies three months later, and his recovery has been very slow...add to it all he was unemployed, and had no job to return to.
May you never have to do this.
Between never recovering from 2018 being a hard year from March onward (with just four days respite when I got married and had two days by a pool in Vegas) I really struggled in early 2019. I had been forced to chose between caring for my husband and opening Ride in Scottsdale; I chose my husband, of course. Which meant I also put my entire company in jeopardy, and greatly limited my income-our only income.
The weeks ticked by, and I began working the Prescott season as early as I could. The 200 mile commute added weariness to my already floundering spirit; despite the Buckeye getting a job. Somehow he had aced an interview in January, despite the headaches and slowness of his body. He started in March, and mentally, as of today, I’d say he’s 90% returned to normal. Physically? About 75%. Still a ways to go, in several areas.
Did I mention the Buckeye and Kyle, my original Ride business partner, have become bff’s?
I came to realize I greatly underestimated my need to be in Prescott, and accepted an offer from Jesus to help.
Literally.
Jesus has taken the wheel.
Meet our driver, Jesus. Yes, it’s his legal name.
With Jesus’ help, I felt a weight lifted. We would have a successful season in Prescott, as we teamed up for him to be my legs. That’s allowed me to look at the bigger picture-and take a breath.
It really is going to be ok.
Supposedly, I can sleep on a plane using the device pictured here....?!
I’ve prayed for direction, and have found this scripture to be true:
Jesus was especially appropriate and well-timed help!
So as the Buckeye gets stronger, and Ride gets more focused, I find myself more than just relieved.
Feeling cute, might start a revolution later.
It’s been growing in my belly I should start exercising again.
Like literally growing: I’m putting on weight in my belly.
The young Marine is the Buckeye’s ex-wife’s son, who he still proudly calls his stepson. The Buckeye is a former marine, and it’s unsurprising his former stepsons still look up to him. It was also not surprising that my son, Manchild, has also decided he wants to be a marine.
Manchild. 18 and works 40+ hour weeks installing fencing in 110° heat since graduating in May.
He was a lineman in football, and has lost 30+ lbs on his own since the season ended. He’s almost there to join...and has about 20 more to take off before boot camp this fall. Given he does 8-10 hours in the heat, running outside to lose the extra weight would be a lot.
So I offered to join a local gym, and walk on the treadmill beside the one he jogged on.
This is how my men treated the news of me joining a gym....😂😂😂😂
I really don’t want to...but I know I should...but I really don’t want to...
Restart my fitness quest.
So today, I pulled on super tight workout clothes that still barely fit...
And walked into a gym.
Good lord. It’s green and purple.
And it’s in a shopping plaza by the house...
Soooooo....
I was required to have a fitness assessment.
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😳😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
My body fat?
Care to guess??
33.2%
Actually, I was not in anyway surprised😂
I weigh the same as I did at the beginning of the year. My four-pound fluctuation is between 175-179lbs. Last summer, it was between 170-175lbs.
So, it’s time for a change.
Work out clothes. BLAH.
And I ranted and raved and complained...and the trainer, Brad, laughed and thought I was hysterical.
And I kinda enjoyed the fact I knew proper form, and still could hold a plank. And that while right handed, I almost always started with my left on everything.
And as I did the workout and remembered my three-song workout, my days at Crossfit and my love of classical Pilates, a thought came to me:
What if I was able to learn to run in the air conditioning...and this fall actually be able to run on a trail?
It’s been a bit.
I admit, I miss it...even though I never got good at it.
So.....
The quest.
The actual FITNESS quest.
Where I exercise?
It’s back.
Let’s hope it goes better than this...!
