Y’all! I was doing so well. My goals for 2019 were made, and I was meeting those goals. I was getting into a new routine with the brand new calendar year. This normally does not ever happen. I have the best of intention but lack follow through. But this year was different. Or so I thought.
This week, it took a sharp right turn into the rhubarb, as my dad would say. The cold that I have been successfully dodging for over a year finally caught up to me. It started as a lost voice that I chalked up to cheering my hardest for three games. I mean, one ended in a tie. One was a winner against a team that had previously been undefeated. And the third, well that was just on principle as I struggle with that particular opponent every time we’re in their rink.
So totally normal that I would lose my voice.
Except then I woke up on Monday and the voice was fainter. Tuesday, it’s friend cough showed up and drove the point home. The HockeyMom was sick. Boy #3 thought we were all supposed to speak in a whisper because Mom was. After the fourth time I asked him to repeat a response that I hadn’t been able to hear, I had to tell him that he didn’t need to whisper, that Mommy had lost her voice.
And I’ve been basically couchbound ever since. There has been no routine. I haven’t set foot on my treadmill all week and barely made it through my bootcamp class on Monday.
But up until then? Oh I was rocking January. Here’s the January Review in numbers:
- Hours spent in a rink– 21
- Books read– 6 (the goal was four, so I kind of demolished that one. At least some good came from being an invalid for three days).
- Workouts completed– 20 (had it not been for this cold, I totally would have hit my goal of 6 workouts per week)
- Words written: 6089. The goal for this month was 6000. And this does not take into account today’s entry, so I accomplished my writing goal for the month as well.
In the famous words of the esteemed Meatloaf, two out of three ain’t bad. Unrelated fun fact: in the House of Hockey, song lyrics are a language and should the moment arise where they apply to a conversation, you are expected to use song lyrics rather than words to complete your sentence. I quite enjoy the fact that my older two are getting more fluent in this language.
On that note, the January Review is complete. Bring on a new month.
And I’ll see you at the rink,