Who Knew?
Last month I joined a gym, and so far it's been a great success. I actually enjoy spending time there, and the kids seem to like it too. (In addition to the "Kid's Club," they have spent lots of time in the pool, kicking around balls on an indoor soccer field, and being jealous of all the 5+ year olds that get to rock climb. When Ada sees the two story rock climbing room, she says, "My turn, my turn!!")
A couple weeks ago I got an evaluation for new members, and got a pretty clean bill of health. After a bunch of tests, my "real age" was determined to be 32! I resisted the idea that I should exert much more energy on working out, but this guy convinced me that the only path to a better bootie is lifting weights. I almost kicked him when he said twin toddlers don't count.
As it turns out, they have weight training classes, and I've gone five times. The first time, I was hobbling around afterward like I should be knitting in a rocking chair. Apparently this is proof that I'm not as strong as I thought. But I'm killing it now! Who knew I had it in me?