Mother Nature gave me a beat down this month. This is not like me, but I won’t fight it. If my body is telling me to rest, I won’t argue. I really think it’s God’s way of saying, “Cool your heels and avoid injury.” Got it. Thanks. Will comply.
So, here I am, still hopeful, still in running clothes in case this thing passes any time soon. Feeling a little better, I was doing a baby set of exercises in my workout room. My 10 year old was with me, complete with a pair of my high heels. “Good exercise, Mom!” Thanks. So, I did my obgigatory sit-ups & arm thingy & a quick set of plyometric/weighted squats and then spied my weights. Thinking that would be a nice thing to do, I grabbed both sets (I have little ankles & double them up), and said to no one in particular, “Is this it,” thinking I had a heavier set instead. Little one chimed in, “You might want to use this,” indicating my Kick-your-booty waist pack of weights, which is about 8 extra pounds. I just laughed. “Thanks. These are good.”
So, I know this yuckiness will pass…loved the comic relief, tho!