Back before I had my daughter I used to work out. For a few years until halfway through my pregnancy I went twice a week to a Pilates/Yoga/Weights class. I finally went back tonight, nearly 3 1/2 years later. My mind boggles as to how 3 1/2 YEARS have gone by since I've been there or done any kind of actual exercise. I suppose it should count as exercise toting my 31 pound 3 year old around and all the chasing, wrestling, horsey riding, and dancing we do, but it's just not the same.
I LOVED working out tonight, loved pushing myself to do a few more reps with the weights, hold a plank a few seconds longer. I had completely forgotten how good it feels. I probably will be barely able to move tomorrow though. I kept reminding myself to take it easy, start back slow, but I didn't listen to myself.
I also forgot how much I loved the people in the class, several of them are still there. It's mostly women and the class is casual enough that people chat during the class, joke with the instructor, and tease him when he forgets how to count.
The other great thing about tonight was that when I came home Avery came running, shouting "mommy, mommy, I missed you!" and I had only been gone for an hour and a half. It's so true how important it is to take time for yourself and take care of yourself so that you can take care of others. I feel so recharged and energized right now.
I heard today that it might snow around here this weekend so I'm going to get my snow tires put on tomorrow.
I had to laugh at myself today, several of my coworkers are going to the Deck the Hall Ball in Seattle next month, to listen to bands I mostly have never heard of (that sure makes me feel old). They keep talking about how excited they are to see the show and I keep thinking about how excited I am to see Yo Gabba Gabba this weekend! Muno! Brobee! Foofa! DJ Lance! I have been wise enough to keep that to myself though.