It's only the second day of July, but it REALLY feels like it's a whole other month. Sure, it was still June as of Monday, but the transition out of Pride Month feels so drastic, at least in terms of how my social media feed looks and how I feel about things. This time last week, I was really looking forward to our weekend Pride activities, and my socials were brimming with queer positivity. But now things are pretty mundane, with the news dominated by the shenanigans of INC. Where did all the colors go, eh?
On the workout front, I've managed 3 sessions this week, and I don't think I've injured myself this time. I only missed yesterday because Tobie slept in, and I still feel weird about working out in the same room as him. You'd think that after living together for over 17 years, this wouldn't be a concern for me, but I'm still weird that way. This is also why I never found the motivation to renew my gym membership post-pandemic lockdown. I'm still trying to take things easy with just regular stretching and 10-minute yoga flows. But I'm also itching to go back to my longer routines and maybe get back to working with resistance bands or weights. Safety first, for now.
One more day in the workweek! Just a bit more push to get there, folks.
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