Jane, you ignorant slut. (Sorry, couldn't resist.) The first weekend of my plan-of-not-being-a-slacker has passed. And I passed too. On Saturday we had a busy morning, but I managed to drag myself (possibly kicking and screaming) to the gym in the afternoon. If you know me, you know that afternoons are not my time of day. I'm a morning girl. Obnoxiously. And I start to crash right around 1 or 2 pm. And yet on Saturday, you would've found my butt working out at 2 pm. Aren't you proud of me? I was. Can't remember the last time I went to the gym on the weekend. I usually stick to weekday mornings.
On Sunday the four of us went and played basketball for an hour. I don't want to brag, but you should know that I scored upwards of 6 points. But who's counting. It was a good hour of constant activity. The kids and I even had races across the gym and I realized that by this summer Caleb will be able to out-sprint me fair and square. Not yet, but real soon.
So I say that's a win. Lots of sweating this weekend. And lots of stretching. And lots more to do.
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