When #2 came home for Christmas, she joined a small local gym for a month. She went religiously and came home raving about how nice everyone was to her. She took classes and enjoyed every one of them. She adored Wendy, the owner, who is "your age, Mom." #2 urged me to go with her and I finally relented on the last day that she was home.
For anyone thinking, what kind of mother is she - not going to the gym and spending quality time with her daughter? You're right, but it was only for an hour. Apres her workout, we went to her favorite place for lunch, Whole
She asked me how long it had been since I worked out. I'm standing there in a white cotton turtleneck and Adidas pants from the 1980's that are 2 sizes too small. Take a guess Caitlin. I dare ye.
The other thing is, and I have known this deep down all my life but refused to acknowledge it, is that I hate to sweat. And I hate other people's sweat even more.
Have a great weekend!