Today the sun came out.
Literally and figuratively.
Yes. It was the coldest day Chicago has seen in 2 years. And Yes. It felt like hypothermia was upon me after3.4 minutes out the door.
But. The sun was shining.
I indulged in this mood lifter by having myself a serious me day filled with fitness.
Although January is usually a hard month for me, for some reason, the winter, in particular, this year is hitting me hard.
Given the fact that I was born and raised in Eastern Europe, grew up in Michigan, went to school on a frigid mountain and spent the entirety of my life figure skating (summers too)… you’d think this was all routine by now.
Not this winter.
I’m shocked every time I go outside and it isn’t 70 and I stare at people who are dressed in anything less than Eskimo-wear. Secretly I’ve been hell-bent on pretending I’ve never experienced cold while plotting to run away to the other side of the equator.
What I needed today was to indulge myself in the kind of days I love most. The kind of days I used to have during the summers when my coach would pick me up at 5am for a day’s worth of stretching, working out and off-ice and on-ice training.
Today I pushed myself to remember all those moves that muscle memory ingrained for two decades.
I know I’ve written before about going back to the ice. Today I felt more confident and trained as if I’d never left.
I thought of nothing but the task in front of me.
It. Felt. Great.
After practice I took the train an hour back downtown for some pilates and yoga where I crunched, stretched and zen-ed through the adrenaline I had left.
By the 7th downward dog, I was exhilarated and exhausted all at the same time and felt like I’d found my center.
I ended the day by watching my favorite show with some tea.
And some chocolate.