The GYM

It is time. For years, I have been saying when the littlest guy is in preschool for a significant amount of time, I will become more diligent about my fitness routine. Keeping my word, I trudged into the gym last week. In spite of being an avid runner, I was, quite frankly, scared. I know my arms and core are tragically weak. {ask Ed, who will confirm I am not the best helper when it comes to moving furniture}

The setting is a small studio with one instructor and a handful of eager students, like myself. Funny how strangers band together when they are in the same boat of misery and pain, so to speak. To be honest, after the first class, I truly had difficulty moving for four days and I wanted to resign, even though I signed on for a month. Fortunately, the little voice in my head reminded me that being strong requires work and dedication. Ugh.

As I set out for a run this morning, it began to rain. :( No more excuses, I headed to the gym. And, I am proud to report, I have gone three times so far. Four weeks to go..I'll keep you posted.

Tricia