It's no secret that humans are incredibly adaptable and capable of handling situations we don't think we can. When the COVID-19 pandemic first hit New York City and everything closed, I thought I could handle maybe two weeks of working out from home. I enjoy running; I had one dumbbell; I have enough space in my living room to do push-ups and maybe some burpees. If I'd had a crystal ball mid-March and seen that I would still be working out 100% from home in late October, I would've simultaneously laughed out loud and had a panic attack about how squishy I must look. [Side note that if I had a real crystal ball mid-March I think a lot of things would be different in my life at this time]. But it's late October and I haven't returned to a gym nor have I gotten horribly squishy. Surprisingly, I love working out at home and would've considered sticking with it even without the trauma associated with the gym leading to my ultimate decision to not return. 

Now I must admit that there are factors at play here that contribute to this level of adaptability: my husband was obsessive about following Rogue's equipment re-stocking during the height of the pandemic and we've therefore amassed quite a collection of stuff that makes programming for myself both easy and fun; I really dislike heavy breathing in a mask and have no desire to do double unders in one; I live in a building with well-insulated floors and walls so I've never had to deal with complaining neighbors as I do wall balls in my hallway and bench hop-overs over my ottoman. But I have always seen myself as a rigid person and that limiting belief has been called into question over the course of this insane year. It's one of the thoughts I'm leaning on whenever a wave of grief tells me that I will not be able to handle moving forward in my marriage without resentment and lingering doubts. 

I realize my privilege in being tested for adaptability by way of home workouts. I've never had a major health scare and am in awe of those closest to me who have faced the scariest things imaginable with strength and fortitude. One of my best friends has faced such a monster and her adaptability, positive outlook, and words of "you never know how strong you are until you have to be" put lots of things into perspective. Our own adaptability and reactions are within our control when so much simply is not. When times get tough, one sees both ends of the spectrum - the very best and the very worst that each of us has within us. I think it's worth taking stock, especially this year, of how you've adapted and reacted in ways that you never thought you could. You're doing amazing, sweetie. 

Disclaimer: I also get to chat with this guy in between sets so my level of happiness with home workouts may not just be a function of my own adaptability. Results may vary.