This one flew by

The week started off with me finally being able to breathe; I couldn't fathom just how everything was affected by not being able to take in a full breath of air. Once I had my breathing back (almost as if I had never had an issue) things took off again and is was time to play catch up. My pushups came back, my sit ups came back and in fitness class I was able to make it through and give it as much as I possibly could. Between all that was work (overnight and out of town) but I managed to make the most of it by finding a pool, a gym with enough space to do my forms, and balancing my workload to make it back to class. The key word for this stage of my perseverence is "balance", especially where work is concerned; finding out how many work hours I need to do vs. how much my ego wants and watching how it affects my progress. Since finding out really how much free time I can find in the cracks and crevices of the day, it's really not that hard to get my commitments done. But then again here it is, late Sunday night, in another hotel room, an ice pack on my knee, wondering where the week went, yet ready to start all over again tomorrow.