I didn't sleep well last night; partially from my headache, partially from tight muscles, partially from my daughter crawled into bed with me at 3:00 am after waking me up to demand water. At which point it occurred to me that maybe last night would have been a good time to try the rehydration salts my friend gave me yesterday. I'm a genius. We settled back in and finally got back to sleep.
Late morning we headed off to family storytime at the library. We haven't been since last summer since it's conflicted either with school or swimming lessons. My daughter had a blast and then we came home, at which point she was very much in need of a nap, but was too excited to settle down because it was SNOWING, Mommy, LOOK! It's SNOWING! Mommy mommy mommy look look SNOW!
I finally got her settled down and apparently she hadn't had a good night's sleep either because she slept for four hours.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Another Day at the Hamster Wheel Farm
I'm glad I somewhat prepared for today last night because I didn't have time to spare. I got up, made snack for myself and my daughter for preschool, got her up, dressed, and packed, and then went to school where I was parent helper today.
One of the moms at the school, who has been following me on this blog recently, brought me a packet of rehydration salts, after reading about my technicolor displays. I've been lucky that those have come to a screeching halt since I stopped taking the Tramadol, but I took them anyway because they're worth a try for my next bout of anti-moderation.
After school, which we had to leave late since we have to 1) finish our chores and 2) wait for all the other kids to leave, we raced home, where I finished making some bows to sell. Then I packed the almost-finished bows, the supplies, a new display, my daughter's princess castle (and princesses), her bag (with leotard and a change of clothes), my bag (swim stuff, and a change of clothes for after my workout), loose shorts for my Dr. Amy visit, and more snacks to eat for later in the car.
Visited Dr. Amy. Picked up donation for the preschool auction. Went to 24-Hour Fitness and dropped off daughter at the gym daycare.
Got on the treadmill and decided I was going to try for a 2-mile run at a 15-minute mile pace. As I was plodding along, I began thinking about how a century ago, all of this elaborate electrical exercise equipment probably would have been viewed as bizarre. All these people crammed into one space, few if any of them socializing. Our own form of hamster wheels created because our society has evolved in a way that "work" doesn't necessarily mean "labor" any more and so we need other avenues to exercise.
I walked for about two minutes before starting my jog, and at about 20 minutes in (or about 1.2 miles of jogging), I was starting to not want to be doing it any more. However, I was determined to hit 2 miles, so even though I'd forgotten (with all the things I had to pack) my iPod, I looked up to the television to distract myself. I would tell myself to make it to the end of the commercial break. Then to the next commercial break. That became too much and wasn't working, so I started counting. I could only look at the time on the machine every time I hit 100.
I got up to 30 minutes (only 2 minutes remaining!) and then . . . the treadmill slowed down.
Way. Down.
It still said it was keeping a 4mph rate, but I was walking pretty slow. I started madly poking at buttons and got it to speed up again. Then it slowed down again. It did this 3 times until I got it to go again, and I finished my 2 miles (possibly more), but was really annoyed that I ended up getting unintentional "breaks" because the treadmill broke.
There is the possibility that I don't know how to program it properly and it shuts down automatically at 30 minutes, but considering it's the same type that I've used before for as much as 60 (slow walking) minutes at a time, I think it broke. I was mad that here I was, determined to push myself, and the stupid machine wouldn't let me.
Anyway, it was farther than I've run in I don't know how long. Even in junior high and high school when I had to run distances for PE or track, I'm not sure what the longest distance was that I had to run. Since I usually did sprint events (which I was horrible at) or throwing, I rarely trained distance.
Tangent: my two most memorable track and field moments. I'll start with the one from when I was 11. I entered the mile race at an all-city track meet. The only other competitor in the event was a boy my age. I knew, at the starting line, we would both get a blue ribbon because they always gave out placement ribbons, and they always did boys and girls separately. I decided, however, that I was going to actually win the race. I managed to get a good start and stay in front of the guy, although he wasn't far behind me. As we rounded the last corner, I didn't hear him coming up behind me, but I DID hear the announcer say something along the lines of, "He's making a push for the finish!" THEN I heard his footsteps, right behind me.
I took off as fast as I could go, which wasn't very, because I was fairly pooped. My mother later told me that the woman sitting next to her in the stands leaned over and said, "I hope that girl wins!" My mother proudly told the woman that I was her daughter. I heard the cheering (and his footsteps) and I think at one point he even stepped sideways to pass me and somehow I found enough energy for even more of a push--which was when he pooped out, and I crossed the finish line first.
So, a good memory. And a blue ribbon that was real.
My other track and field memory. I was a junior in college and had been coerced into throwing discus and shotput for my small university, despite absolutely no experience. I had pretty decent strength and zero technical capability. Since I'd never done it before, this put me at a disadvantage with other college throwers, who were there primarily because of their technique--and the strength they'd built up over the years didn't hurt. We went to an away meet since our school didn't even have a proper practice area (we went to the local high school for practice).
This happened to be the university of a boyfriend I'd had in high school, who for some reason I still felt the need to impress. Guess what? He threw discus too. But a WHOLE lot better than me (and nearly everyone else, too). I did leave an impression, although certainly not what I'd intended. I got up for my first throw. For anyone who is unfamiliar with discus technique, basically, you have approximately a 6-foot ring that you start at the back of and while traveling forward, spin 1.5 times, plant your feet, then accelerate a twist, finishing with a release of the discus. If you fall out of the ring, you're disqualified. You get three attempts.
I fell not once, not twice, but all three times, with the third spin going so wildly out of control that I somehow ended up going backwards PAST the starting point, tripping, sliding through mud behind the ring to fall on my butt and then slide hiney-first into the protective chain link fence.
Yes. Completely disqualified. Face to match my red jersey. Instead of a blue ribbon, I got a garbage bag to sit on in the car on the way home.
That was the end of track and field for me.
So as for the farthest distance I've ever run, my dad might know because for a short time I ran with him on his "track" in the pasture (basically a giant mowed circle that when we ran, we had to watch out for mole hills and sheep marbles). That was short lived too though as again, I've never much cared for running. The sheep marbles didn't help.
My point? There is a slight possibility this is the farthest I've ever run. I'm not certain, but if I get up to a 5K, then I know that would be the farthest I've ever run.
After my run, I decided to go for a swim. Since I've been edging my time down in decent chunks, I was hoping to make another dent in my 500 time--or, considering how far I ran, at least hit what I did on Saturday (11:28). I got in the pool and since I'm still not over this cold, was having such a hard time with breathing out through my nose, I just gave up.
I went and stretched in the hot tub instead.
Picked up my daughter from the daycare and then took her to gymnastics. I sold 7 bows before I could even get them on the display, changed out some of the others, and am hoping for at least a little income by the end of the month from them.
Then we came home and despite downing water, I had a migraine starting, so I went to bed.
One of the moms at the school, who has been following me on this blog recently, brought me a packet of rehydration salts, after reading about my technicolor displays. I've been lucky that those have come to a screeching halt since I stopped taking the Tramadol, but I took them anyway because they're worth a try for my next bout of anti-moderation.
After school, which we had to leave late since we have to 1) finish our chores and 2) wait for all the other kids to leave, we raced home, where I finished making some bows to sell. Then I packed the almost-finished bows, the supplies, a new display, my daughter's princess castle (and princesses), her bag (with leotard and a change of clothes), my bag (swim stuff, and a change of clothes for after my workout), loose shorts for my Dr. Amy visit, and more snacks to eat for later in the car.
Visited Dr. Amy. Picked up donation for the preschool auction. Went to 24-Hour Fitness and dropped off daughter at the gym daycare.
Got on the treadmill and decided I was going to try for a 2-mile run at a 15-minute mile pace. As I was plodding along, I began thinking about how a century ago, all of this elaborate electrical exercise equipment probably would have been viewed as bizarre. All these people crammed into one space, few if any of them socializing. Our own form of hamster wheels created because our society has evolved in a way that "work" doesn't necessarily mean "labor" any more and so we need other avenues to exercise.
I walked for about two minutes before starting my jog, and at about 20 minutes in (or about 1.2 miles of jogging), I was starting to not want to be doing it any more. However, I was determined to hit 2 miles, so even though I'd forgotten (with all the things I had to pack) my iPod, I looked up to the television to distract myself. I would tell myself to make it to the end of the commercial break. Then to the next commercial break. That became too much and wasn't working, so I started counting. I could only look at the time on the machine every time I hit 100.
I got up to 30 minutes (only 2 minutes remaining!) and then . . . the treadmill slowed down.
Way. Down.
It still said it was keeping a 4mph rate, but I was walking pretty slow. I started madly poking at buttons and got it to speed up again. Then it slowed down again. It did this 3 times until I got it to go again, and I finished my 2 miles (possibly more), but was really annoyed that I ended up getting unintentional "breaks" because the treadmill broke.
There is the possibility that I don't know how to program it properly and it shuts down automatically at 30 minutes, but considering it's the same type that I've used before for as much as 60 (slow walking) minutes at a time, I think it broke. I was mad that here I was, determined to push myself, and the stupid machine wouldn't let me.
Anyway, it was farther than I've run in I don't know how long. Even in junior high and high school when I had to run distances for PE or track, I'm not sure what the longest distance was that I had to run. Since I usually did sprint events (which I was horrible at) or throwing, I rarely trained distance.
Tangent: my two most memorable track and field moments. I'll start with the one from when I was 11. I entered the mile race at an all-city track meet. The only other competitor in the event was a boy my age. I knew, at the starting line, we would both get a blue ribbon because they always gave out placement ribbons, and they always did boys and girls separately. I decided, however, that I was going to actually win the race. I managed to get a good start and stay in front of the guy, although he wasn't far behind me. As we rounded the last corner, I didn't hear him coming up behind me, but I DID hear the announcer say something along the lines of, "He's making a push for the finish!" THEN I heard his footsteps, right behind me.
I took off as fast as I could go, which wasn't very, because I was fairly pooped. My mother later told me that the woman sitting next to her in the stands leaned over and said, "I hope that girl wins!" My mother proudly told the woman that I was her daughter. I heard the cheering (and his footsteps) and I think at one point he even stepped sideways to pass me and somehow I found enough energy for even more of a push--which was when he pooped out, and I crossed the finish line first.
So, a good memory. And a blue ribbon that was real.
My other track and field memory. I was a junior in college and had been coerced into throwing discus and shotput for my small university, despite absolutely no experience. I had pretty decent strength and zero technical capability. Since I'd never done it before, this put me at a disadvantage with other college throwers, who were there primarily because of their technique--and the strength they'd built up over the years didn't hurt. We went to an away meet since our school didn't even have a proper practice area (we went to the local high school for practice).
This happened to be the university of a boyfriend I'd had in high school, who for some reason I still felt the need to impress. Guess what? He threw discus too. But a WHOLE lot better than me (and nearly everyone else, too). I did leave an impression, although certainly not what I'd intended. I got up for my first throw. For anyone who is unfamiliar with discus technique, basically, you have approximately a 6-foot ring that you start at the back of and while traveling forward, spin 1.5 times, plant your feet, then accelerate a twist, finishing with a release of the discus. If you fall out of the ring, you're disqualified. You get three attempts.
I fell not once, not twice, but all three times, with the third spin going so wildly out of control that I somehow ended up going backwards PAST the starting point, tripping, sliding through mud behind the ring to fall on my butt and then slide hiney-first into the protective chain link fence.
Yes. Completely disqualified. Face to match my red jersey. Instead of a blue ribbon, I got a garbage bag to sit on in the car on the way home.
That was the end of track and field for me.
So as for the farthest distance I've ever run, my dad might know because for a short time I ran with him on his "track" in the pasture (basically a giant mowed circle that when we ran, we had to watch out for mole hills and sheep marbles). That was short lived too though as again, I've never much cared for running. The sheep marbles didn't help.
My point? There is a slight possibility this is the farthest I've ever run. I'm not certain, but if I get up to a 5K, then I know that would be the farthest I've ever run.
After my run, I decided to go for a swim. Since I've been edging my time down in decent chunks, I was hoping to make another dent in my 500 time--or, considering how far I ran, at least hit what I did on Saturday (11:28). I got in the pool and since I'm still not over this cold, was having such a hard time with breathing out through my nose, I just gave up.
I went and stretched in the hot tub instead.
Picked up my daughter from the daycare and then took her to gymnastics. I sold 7 bows before I could even get them on the display, changed out some of the others, and am hoping for at least a little income by the end of the month from them.
Then we came home and despite downing water, I had a migraine starting, so I went to bed.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Enough Already!
My husband left to go work at the food cart late last night after packing and arranging everything in the living room for our planned mountain trip for today.
At 3:00am I texted him and told him that our daughter was too sick to go. Our poor Little Bug was absolutely coughing miserable and couldn't sleep. She's a few months short of turning four, but I risked giving her a half of a 4-year-old dose of cough medicine (that's for 4 and up only). She finally fell asleep about an hour later.
When my husband got home (6:00am), got to sleep (immediately, I'm jealous), and woke up (at 10:00am), he was too sick to go too, so went back to bed.
We were all too sick to care about the gear still piled in the living room.
Except for the dog, who was both excited (as she recognizes the gear pile as an indication that she gets to ride in the car) and confused (as the pile was not being hauled out to the car).
At 3:00am I texted him and told him that our daughter was too sick to go. Our poor Little Bug was absolutely coughing miserable and couldn't sleep. She's a few months short of turning four, but I risked giving her a half of a 4-year-old dose of cough medicine (that's for 4 and up only). She finally fell asleep about an hour later.
When my husband got home (6:00am), got to sleep (immediately, I'm jealous), and woke up (at 10:00am), he was too sick to go too, so went back to bed.
We were all too sick to care about the gear still piled in the living room.
Except for the dog, who was both excited (as she recognizes the gear pile as an indication that she gets to ride in the car) and confused (as the pile was not being hauled out to the car).
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Less of a Liar
This morning I wasn't feeling too great, but really wanted to get to the yoga class at 24-Hour Fitness again, just so I was doing something since I haven't been able to get into Bikram recently.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I can't say how much I prefer Bikram to this class--which is supposedly a very good class. Bikram is slower, the instructions are clearer, and I even like the heat because I feel how it lets my muscles relax more.
But this class does do some different poses, provides me with different challenges, and it's closer (5 minutes away as opposed to 25), so it fit with my schedule this morning.
Afterward, I went swimming and timed my 500 again. 11:28, which is down 32 seconds from when I timed it a few weeks ago before signing up for my April triathlon. Only 28 seconds to drop until I'm at the time I entered on my registration, so less of a liar than I was then, but not yet totally honest.
When I went to soak in the hot tub, ended up chatting with the older gentleman who is going to do the triathlon in Hawaii this May. He's doing better on his swimming, although I'm not yet convinced he has any idea how much harder it will be to swim in open water than in the pool. Hopefully they have lifeguards there like they did in Catalina--and he won't need them.
Took off after my workout to an auction meeting for the preschool. Ended up donating another massage to the event (I figure we won't be purchasing much, so the least I can do is donate stuff that hopefully other people will buy).
Then came home and started planning our trip up to the mountain for tomorrow while my husband got ready to go work at the food cart.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I can't say how much I prefer Bikram to this class--which is supposedly a very good class. Bikram is slower, the instructions are clearer, and I even like the heat because I feel how it lets my muscles relax more.
But this class does do some different poses, provides me with different challenges, and it's closer (5 minutes away as opposed to 25), so it fit with my schedule this morning.
Afterward, I went swimming and timed my 500 again. 11:28, which is down 32 seconds from when I timed it a few weeks ago before signing up for my April triathlon. Only 28 seconds to drop until I'm at the time I entered on my registration, so less of a liar than I was then, but not yet totally honest.
When I went to soak in the hot tub, ended up chatting with the older gentleman who is going to do the triathlon in Hawaii this May. He's doing better on his swimming, although I'm not yet convinced he has any idea how much harder it will be to swim in open water than in the pool. Hopefully they have lifeguards there like they did in Catalina--and he won't need them.
Took off after my workout to an auction meeting for the preschool. Ended up donating another massage to the event (I figure we won't be purchasing much, so the least I can do is donate stuff that hopefully other people will buy).
Then came home and started planning our trip up to the mountain for tomorrow while my husband got ready to go work at the food cart.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
When Will It END?
Preschool for my daughter this morning, I ran home and utilized the time to clean (another change: used to be I could only clean in short spurts and/or would "pay for it" later and have to lie down). I scrubbed the bathroom, organized the front entryway, cleared out the living room, and tidied the massage room.
Yes, I had a client coming over. So what if that was my motivating factor for finally cleaning? It got done.
Picked up my daughter from school and when we got back, my husband was home. He'd been summoned for jury duty. He was also assigned to a case, but the guy took a plea bargain, so my husband was sent home.
I debated going on another run in the afternoon, but it started dumping some darn cold rain, and I may be getting in to this exercise and running thing, but I still have my limits. I am NOT enjoying running enough to torture my muscles AND risk frostbite (it was 35 degrees out, so I'm not kidding that much).
My daughter had gymnastics, and apparently while we were gone it actually snowed at home, so I felt like less of a weenie for not having gone for a run.
However, not only is my daughter getting sicker (it started with a cough a couple of days ago that has gotten worse and is worst when she's trying to get to sleep), but I seem to be getting sick again too.
I actually picked up some kids' cough medicine for the first time. When we got home, it turned out my husband is now getting sick too, so we all went to bed fairly early.
Yes, I had a client coming over. So what if that was my motivating factor for finally cleaning? It got done.
Picked up my daughter from school and when we got back, my husband was home. He'd been summoned for jury duty. He was also assigned to a case, but the guy took a plea bargain, so my husband was sent home.
I debated going on another run in the afternoon, but it started dumping some darn cold rain, and I may be getting in to this exercise and running thing, but I still have my limits. I am NOT enjoying running enough to torture my muscles AND risk frostbite (it was 35 degrees out, so I'm not kidding that much).
My daughter had gymnastics, and apparently while we were gone it actually snowed at home, so I felt like less of a weenie for not having gone for a run.
However, not only is my daughter getting sicker (it started with a cough a couple of days ago that has gotten worse and is worst when she's trying to get to sleep), but I seem to be getting sick again too.
I actually picked up some kids' cough medicine for the first time. When we got home, it turned out my husband is now getting sick too, so we all went to bed fairly early.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Out of Character or New Character?
I was in the kitchen this morning, looked out the window, and noticed that it was a really nice day, especially for this time of year. Then I was bummed because I couldn't just go outside and enjoy it. Too much to do inside, too much hassle to bundle up kid and dog, didn't want to drive somewhere to do something...too many excuses.
My husband came home from work during lunchtime. I hadn't known he was going to show up, so as soon as he walked in, I asked, "How long are you going to be here?"
"Just until my soccer game is over, why?"
"How long will that be?"
"I dunno. 45 minutes or something, I guess. WHY?"
"I'm going to take a run!"
I quickly got dressed (I was still running around in my pajamas), made the dog do business in the yard, and took off.
My neighborhood is actually a pretty nice area to jog around. There are three separate green spaces within a quarter mile of my house, the high school and elementary school quite near, and mostly quiet streets. Plus there are lots of trees--it's an older neighborhood and they didn't completely excavate everything when they built, like they do now with the new little subdivisions. It's actually a lot of the reason we chose this home over several others we looked at.
It does, however, make our home quite dark in the winter, especially since we have only two south-facing windows, and those both go into bedrooms.
Anyhow, I took off down the street, up one of the green spaces, across to the high school, around the elementary school, and then cut through a walkway to get home.
The dog had a record of zero poops. Possibly because I emptied her first, but that only explains why there weren't multiples, but probably also because any time she acted as if she were going to sniff or slow down, I hurried her along because I didn't want to stop.
The only "mishap" was the stairway at the cut through by the school. A dog was on the other side of the fence at the bottom, so I was yanked down the stairs. I didn't fall, but the unilateral pull on my arm was not so comfortable on the rest of me.
I used my iPod (which I know is not the best tool) to measure my distance. Since I know the distance I actually do is about 80% of what the iPod indicates, I figure I can calculate it out and be close.
Today I did 1.5 miles, without stopping. I finished it in about 20 minutes, for roughly a 13.3 minute mile. So continuing to improve, which is good.
What occurred to me later were two things. 1) It is an indication of how much my thought processes have changed since last May that the first thing I thought of when my husband showed up at home on a nice day was, "Yay! He can watch our daughter and I can go for a run!" 2) Throughout my 20s, I exercised all the time. Yeah, I had spurts of greater and lesser activity, but for the most part, I was always active. I suddenly feel like I am returning to that person.
Although even back then, I never ran.
Honestly, if I wasn't training for running events and triathlons, I'm not sure I'd be running now.
And one more thing. When I started this last May, I was in so much pain I couldn't walk to the end of the block and back without overdoing it. Then later I could, but only if I took pain medication.
Now I'm pushing myself without pain medication.
When I started this entry, I was just thinking about how out of character it was for me to get up and go for a run or that it could be a new aspect to my life. I think both of those are wrong.
I'm finally getting back what I lost over six years ago.
My way of life.
My husband came home from work during lunchtime. I hadn't known he was going to show up, so as soon as he walked in, I asked, "How long are you going to be here?"
"Just until my soccer game is over, why?"
"How long will that be?"
"I dunno. 45 minutes or something, I guess. WHY?"
"I'm going to take a run!"
I quickly got dressed (I was still running around in my pajamas), made the dog do business in the yard, and took off.
My neighborhood is actually a pretty nice area to jog around. There are three separate green spaces within a quarter mile of my house, the high school and elementary school quite near, and mostly quiet streets. Plus there are lots of trees--it's an older neighborhood and they didn't completely excavate everything when they built, like they do now with the new little subdivisions. It's actually a lot of the reason we chose this home over several others we looked at.
It does, however, make our home quite dark in the winter, especially since we have only two south-facing windows, and those both go into bedrooms.
Anyhow, I took off down the street, up one of the green spaces, across to the high school, around the elementary school, and then cut through a walkway to get home.
The dog had a record of zero poops. Possibly because I emptied her first, but that only explains why there weren't multiples, but probably also because any time she acted as if she were going to sniff or slow down, I hurried her along because I didn't want to stop.
The only "mishap" was the stairway at the cut through by the school. A dog was on the other side of the fence at the bottom, so I was yanked down the stairs. I didn't fall, but the unilateral pull on my arm was not so comfortable on the rest of me.
I used my iPod (which I know is not the best tool) to measure my distance. Since I know the distance I actually do is about 80% of what the iPod indicates, I figure I can calculate it out and be close.
Today I did 1.5 miles, without stopping. I finished it in about 20 minutes, for roughly a 13.3 minute mile. So continuing to improve, which is good.
What occurred to me later were two things. 1) It is an indication of how much my thought processes have changed since last May that the first thing I thought of when my husband showed up at home on a nice day was, "Yay! He can watch our daughter and I can go for a run!" 2) Throughout my 20s, I exercised all the time. Yeah, I had spurts of greater and lesser activity, but for the most part, I was always active. I suddenly feel like I am returning to that person.
Although even back then, I never ran.
Honestly, if I wasn't training for running events and triathlons, I'm not sure I'd be running now.
And one more thing. When I started this last May, I was in so much pain I couldn't walk to the end of the block and back without overdoing it. Then later I could, but only if I took pain medication.
Now I'm pushing myself without pain medication.
When I started this entry, I was just thinking about how out of character it was for me to get up and go for a run or that it could be a new aspect to my life. I think both of those are wrong.
I'm finally getting back what I lost over six years ago.
My way of life.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Oops, Wait...Today Is Valentine's Day?!
Bikram Yoga, Day 17
I finally got back to the yoga studio this morning. After my last class, where I was so sick I couldn't even do the lying down poses because it made me cough so bad, I haven't been back.
It was the hardest and best class I've had so far. I didn't feel like I regressed any, which I was worried about, but it did feel more challenging than before. There were a couple of poses where my legs shook uncontrollably, but I made it through and only coughed a couple of times.
My daughter had her first group swimming lesson in ages today. She'd been taking private lessons, and while I really liked that, part of what I think is important for her at this age is learning to wait for her turn and interact nicely with other kids. I was also hoping that the "breaks" she would get while the teacher focused on other kids would help her focus better when it was her turn, as she's been a bit challenged by that lately.
Of course, since she had an audience of two little boys, she was a complete showoff and did everything perfectly the first time she was asked. I wonder where she gets that from?
The rest of the day was uneventful and since my husband had a soccer game, he got home a little late. My daughter ran to the door to greet him, and then came back in shortly after with two cards: one for me and one for her.
My husband actually remembered to get Valentine's cards, which is more than I can say for myself.
In my defense, there was a "discussion" about at least getting me a card for our anniversary last year, even if we couldn't go do something. So now we're even. Oops.
I finally got back to the yoga studio this morning. After my last class, where I was so sick I couldn't even do the lying down poses because it made me cough so bad, I haven't been back.
It was the hardest and best class I've had so far. I didn't feel like I regressed any, which I was worried about, but it did feel more challenging than before. There were a couple of poses where my legs shook uncontrollably, but I made it through and only coughed a couple of times.
My daughter had her first group swimming lesson in ages today. She'd been taking private lessons, and while I really liked that, part of what I think is important for her at this age is learning to wait for her turn and interact nicely with other kids. I was also hoping that the "breaks" she would get while the teacher focused on other kids would help her focus better when it was her turn, as she's been a bit challenged by that lately.
Of course, since she had an audience of two little boys, she was a complete showoff and did everything perfectly the first time she was asked. I wonder where she gets that from?
The rest of the day was uneventful and since my husband had a soccer game, he got home a little late. My daughter ran to the door to greet him, and then came back in shortly after with two cards: one for me and one for her.
My husband actually remembered to get Valentine's cards, which is more than I can say for myself.
In my defense, there was a "discussion" about at least getting me a card for our anniversary last year, even if we couldn't go do something. So now we're even. Oops.
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