Yeah, I get it, it's a crappy iPhone picture, edited to look better, but really, let's be honest, it's a cell phone picture. I have no business taking a cell phone picture of such a majestic mountain.
But, I am glossing over the point.
I said, "I walked out of the gym today," meaning, that at some point before that moment of lunacy about climbing that mountain--which, coincidentally is considered the most dangerous volcano in the Cascades region, and a massive monument reaching almost singularly into the sky at over 14,000 feet Wikipedia, Mt Rainier)--I walked in.
It's been about two weeks. Two, long agonizing weeks, filled with kids spring break, insane insomnia, inability to do my homework--and what the heck happened to my living room and kitchen? But I walked in. I started again.
I called my Mom after the workout (because I am pretty sure hubby had gone to sleep, having worked a 24 hour shift, and well, he didn't answer the phone) and told her "I did a full 30 minutes FINALLY."
I then proceeded to tell her: "I wanted to quit at minute 6, 12, 15, 21, 22, 23, and 24-30." Boy, did I. Hubby called me at about minute 13, which tried to give me the quit excuse. I had been doing an hour a day before this last two weeks, but goodness, that half hour was hard to mentally get through.
After a few minutes talking to my mom, I explained I had to do "cleaning, light to moderate effort." Not because I want to burn more calories, but because, I actually have to clean that front area of the house the kids think is their rainy-day playground. (Think Sleepless in Seattle here: "It rains 9 months out of the year there.")
Goodness I miss hubby.
<3 Maggie
AHAHAHA i had that song stuck in my head the other night, visual and all!! Hey at least you walked in to the gym. I am dreading PT today at 5 because i only did my exercises once instead of 5 times lol i was too sore!
ReplyDeleteI walked in...and now its almost 2pm and I AM SO TIRED!!!
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