Finding A Rhythm

It has been a month now since my mom and I joined a gym together. We've been going regularly four days a week. That's a lot for bodies that up to now have only been in the pool with water weights. I say "only" but girl we slayyyyyyed in that pool! 

It still feels so strange to be able to do "normal" activities WALKING!

We're game for a change and tried most of their classes together. I was able to go back to doing zumba (HUGE YAY!) My big love from before I became disabled. My mom found out she loves water zumba. We are women who love to dance. 

I have discovered that right now I can really commit to three days a week. Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I need some recovery time and time to walk. I'm still working on my walking muscles too. Our gym has a fantastic track that goes through the second story. It reminds me of the train ride at Disneyland that takes you through all the lands. I can see the pool below me, see people behind glass taking a fitness class, others doing machines and weights. That makes it fun. 

But nothing beats walking this love bundle...

Max has been left at home while I'm at the gym. He was home when I would swim before, but it feels like a longer amount of time now (even though it's not). Most of the time he's not even alone. My husband works from home all but two days a week. We're talking about getting him a little sister next year. We'll see. Pets are expensive no matter how small they are.

In the meantime I'm finding my new rhythm knowing even this phase won't last forever. I'm just here, doing my best, enjoying each moment at it comes.