One hundred and sixty minutes. That is the amount of time I spent cycling this past Monday. That particular day was also one of the days that I had the best sleep in months. Within the last year I have been incredibly active.
This year marks my first year of working onsite as opposed to remotely since my move to Europe. I always thought I would be satisfied with doing things from the comfort of my home and at my own pace. I was often made to feel, from comments by friends, that having such a convenient job and so much flexibility was priceless. It meant that I had the ability to balance work and running a home thoroughly to my liking, a concept that seems inconceivable. In actuality, being so isolated forced me into having a routine, which made me feel that limited amounts of social interaction weren’t totally necessary to be productive, nor essential for a balanced life.
