Small Miracle
Today, on this 9th day of October, 2007, I finally got my ass to the gym. For a workout (not to sit at the pool and watch Lucas’s swimming lessons). Yes, you read it right: First workout in about 9 months. It was a small miracle and I’m so grateful for it.
Asher went to the gym day care for the first time. He did not like it so much. Poor baby cried off and on for 35 minutes. That’s what I got: 35 minutes on the treadmill. While jogging, it felt like someone had tied heavy waterballoons to me —two up front, two behind. Yuck.
Now I feel great. I’m getting back on the wagon. We went for a looong walk and a hike up Mt. Tallac trail in Tahoe on Sunday. It felt fantastic. I’m just going to build momentum off that wonderful experience.
I want a spiffy bike for Christmas.
October 9, 2007 at 10:43 pm
Dood!!!!! Awesome. Yay for you! Would a bike mean you and Lucas could toodle around the neighborhood? That sounds fun too. xo
October 9, 2007 at 11:44 pm
Yes! It won’t be too long until Asher can ride in a seat on the back of my bike — If I have one, that is. (I have an old playa bike, but it’s not so great for riding around at home. Only one of its three gears works.) The American River bike trail goes right up to Lucas’s school, so we could ride there easily. Part of the trail is shady and winds through some beautiful woods.