I joined the YMCA yesterday, on a 50% scholarship. I checked the kids in this morning for FREE child care and worked out, formally, for the first time in almost 6 months; and for the first time non-pregnant in a year. I loved every minute of it except the point where I realized I have lost all of my endurance--I ran at a speed 5 and about died after five minutes. This was coming from a girl who could run endlessly (as long as the IT band didn't act up) a year ago at a much greater pace. Working out has already had a positive impact because instead of being down in the dumps about it I thought, "I am glad I can work up to something again."
When I put in my earbuds and the old songs began to play I felt like 'me' again. I've been missing her.
And, Hip was glad to see me when I went to retrieve him (PT was asleep in a swing) even though he had a great time. I was glad to see him too.
And, I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.
And, It's fun to stay (or work out) at the YMCA.
