This morning I went to the Y with my kids. I’d never been before and wow, super overstimulating.
I saw another mom in the family locker room and mumbled something about not knowing what I was doing and she told me everything I needed to know. FTW.
Mothers, not unlike any large group of women, can be harsh, judge-y and mean. But more often, they are supportive and helpful, especially of one another.
Go Team Mom!
Stephanie left me and moved, so in her honor I went to the pool today.
I don’t “swim”.
However, water jogging is super good when you’re trying to nail that whole “running while striking on the forefoot” thing. So, I tell myself I’m working on form while giving my joints a break.
Literal fruit snacks
(Pears and blueberries… SOMEONE here is backed up, can you tell?)
I did a crazy thing today.
I went on a ropes course with zip lines and crap.
Have I mentioned I’m scared of heights?
It was physically tough, I sweated a lot, and there were many, many moments of what is/was possibly the greatest terror I’ve ever experienced in my life.
However, I’m glad I did it.
Life for the win!
(I went with my friend Alanna, seen in the photos in purple, who made the damn thing look easy and had the gall to ask the awkward teen safety guy if the next harder course was do-able!)
I should get some sort of gold star or something.
Game day v Chargers.
I made crockpot chili!
The older I get, the less exercise is about pounds and calories and improvement. It has become more about time to think and pray, sanity, cathartic sweat, and making myself physically capable of handling the life I need to live that day.