Schizophrenic morning
I woke up today feeling mildly productive, opened the curtains, and saw snow on the first day of spring. This perturbed me a little bit. It is Spring after all! I went about clearing my magazine rack for donations to the vet Art Project who is doing some collage work and needs materials. I put together the pull-up bar I finally bought so that I can add some spice to my workouts. My dad comes in to tell me my one surviving grandma was hospitalized due to some pulmonary issues. He does not know the details, nor do I. She is in Mexico, far, far from us. My heart sank. Partly because I thought "if I did not get myself the new shirts for work, and pull-up bar, I could help pitch in for the eventual plane ticket for Mom to go see Grandma." It's pragmatic, but I am also cognizant that my grandma is fairly aged. I love her, but I also recognize these things happen. In order to help ease my mind, I did an extended workout. Four Tabata sets, instead of my usual two. I feel mildly celebratory in that I completed all four sets without grievous bodily harm, or vomitory response. Now I am pondering what I can do to help my family in more practical pragmatic ways without screwing myself over on my bills, and personal fiscal responsibilities....