A boy and a hot dog.
Hey! My godson turned three! Woot! Look at how cute that kid is! We went bowling for his birthday with his brother and parents and g-parents and some others. It was a hoot. A three year-old bowling! Comic genius! I got him a little keyboard that looks like a cat, with a microphone, and he and his brother hockey sticks. There was also pizza and beer.
Miss Peg pointed out that since I was starting bootcamp the next morning, maybe I shouldn’t have so much pizza and beer. Well, while she was correct, I just don’t think it would have mattered. Bootcamp kicked my ass up one side and down the other. Kids, I am out of shape. So very out of shape. I was the only newbie in the class and it showed. Jump rope? When is the last time I jumped rope? Hmmm, 1982. Push ups? Can’t do two. Oh, but I will. F-ing shoulder raises with weights? Yeah, those suck.
I am not, by nature, a patient woman. But I have patience for this. I know I will get stronger. It has happened before. My knees won’t ache in quite the same way. I will be able to do like 10 push ups. I have to avoid the nuns and their diabetic coma treats (I have gained 10 damn pounds since I started working here!) and I will lose weight. And be stronger. I want to be stronger, mostly.
Hockey sticks? Thumbs way up.