I don't really have much to report since I'm trying to get up and walk around every 30 seconds or so. After the 5 miles on Sunday, I've been a little sore. Okay, a lotta sore. I'm walking like I'm 80. I have to use the handicapped stall because the toilet is higher, which is something my grandma used to look for.
I almost cried last night when Zoe wanted to play school and it was show-n-tell day. That means I have to get on the floor, wait until teacher Zoe asks who has show-n-tell, get up, go to the front of the class and then get back down to her level and show my item. If you're counting that's two downs and two ups from the floor, because staying on the floor after I show my item isn't an option.
Tonight is family Wii night at our house and I'm praying that means some yoga. Mamma's legs could use a little more stretching. Since Zoe was talking all about rowing, dancing and running, I have a feeling she has different ideas.
That's not a bad thing. While I feel 80, apparently I'm not 80. At the run on Sunday, at least two 80 years olds beat me. Not like I let them cross the finish line first, but by at least 15 minutes each. I've got 47 years to go until I'm actually 80. I really hope that I can run 5 miles in under 50 minutes sooner than 47 years from now. At this rate, it may take that long before I run again!
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You should have gotten your picture taken with those women. They are goddesses! I'm impressed with the fact that you could even do 5 miles. That alone would have totally done me in. Nice work!
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