I didn't go to the gym today

I wanted to go to the gym today. I even set an alarm to get up before my daughter so that I could pump, go for a swim and get home in time to take over baby duty before my husband left for work. I am not a morning person, but I really wanted to get this swim in, so I was ready to do it.

At 5am, my daughter woke up. Two hours before she normally does.

I got up, fed her, and watched her eyes get heavy again.

Yes! She will eat and go right back to sleep and I can sneak out and go to the gym!

The second her head hit the mattress, those beautiful blue eyes popped wide open. 

Ok, I'll stay up with her for an hour or so, and when my husband wakes up, he can take over and I can still make it to the gym.

I woke up at 7:30, in the recliner, with a baby on my chest.

Things don't always go as planned. Actually, they rarely do in this house. 

Most people are probably wondering why this is a big deal. So, you missed a workout, who cares? Well, it's not just today, it was yesterday as well. And the day before. The day before that I made it though! And the big deal, is that next week I have a 5k. The first race since I had a baby. And two weeks from now, I have a sprint triathlon. 

So, while I fretted and freaked out that I have not been as diligent as I need to be about getting workouts in, my little girl slept peacefully on my chest. So, I stayed there until she woke up, and instead of worrying, I tried to be grateful that I get these moments with her which will not last forever. 

I may not be very fast next week at my race, but, Grace will be there with me, reminding me that she is the reason I try to stay healthy in the first place. And healthy does not mean simply getting up and exercising. It also means sitting and snuggling when you need to. Or crawling around on the floor making your daughter laugh when those teeth are really starting to bother her. 

I'll get to the gym one of these days. Maybe even tomorrow.