There’s this thing that happens when you start a new fitness program (and as a person who has started more than I care to share, I’m pretty much an expert). After about 3-4 weeks, you start to actually feel different. A bit stronger, a bit slimmer (if that’s your goal), and a bit more capable. Those first few weeks are really hard because it feels like your efforts aren’t getting you anywhere, then all of the sudden, you start to notice that your pants fit a little better, you’re a bit more flexible, you’re a bit stronger.

I’m finding the Mountie’s time at depot to have a similar pattern. It’s starting to feel more habitual and less flounder-y (scientific term). Even though I’m still five weeks out from visiting the Mountie, as I get up to this halfway point between when he left and when I’ll see him, it starts to feel like I’m heading down the other side of a hill. Like how when you’re going for a run, the second half always feels easier.

Here’s hoping the back stretch goes by quickly.

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