Third Time's the Charm

Dawn and Jimmy and I were up before the kids this morning for workout number three. And Dawn was right - third time IS the charm! I was able to do nearly all of the reps (though those darn push-ups still kick my butt) and felt exhilarated afterwards. I can understand how athletes get addicted to the exercise high. That, and the feeling of superiority of having exercised, packed the lunch box, set out everyone's clothes for the day, sliced strawberries for breakfast, bathed and dressed myself before the family had even gotten out of bed! I am woman!

On the home front, my poor little angel is teething in the worst sort of way. Constant cuddling seems to be the only remedy for her pain. Inexpensive, yet taxing relief. Thank heavens that t-ball season is over. My resolve to force the boy to fulfill his commitment to the team was waning, as was his willingness to comply. For him, at least, the trophy at the end of the tunnel made everything worthwhile.

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Anne said…

oh man! You're inspiring me. I better get to the gym. My resolve went out the window with - let's see... travelling, early mornings, hmm what other excuses can I think up. Maybe just I didn't feel like grunting and sweating. What time did you get up anyways? Kids still in bed? Wow! You ARE woman.

June 13, 2007 at 8:58 AM

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