Today I read their beautiful granddaughter's perspective on med school, balance, priorities and flexibility.
Great read, fun blog. . . check it out!
In other news. . .
I took my very first step aerobics class tonight at the suggestion and invitation of my friend Jess.
Number one, I have no rhythm. When we were youth leaders, I couldn't even clap in the correct places for the choruses, let alone do all the cutesy actions. When Daniel and I
Number two, I have not allowed myself to buy workout clothing until I get rid of the baby weight. It's stubbornly clinging, so I walked into the class of cute, bright, athletic yoga pants and uber cool shoes and I looked like. . . um . . . gross. I have grass stains and paint on my Adidas running shoes, which are from my running years. . .which predate Jacob, so. . . they're old.
Number three, I didn't know what a horseshoe was, or a basic step, or . . . really anything. I desperately tried to keep up and it was really fun when I thought no one was watching me. My friend Jess was sympathetic for the most part, but my dyslexic dance moves were pretty pathetic and she was being quite polite. If I were watching me I would have been laughing.
Who am I kidding? With wall to wall mirrors, I was watching me.
And I was also laughing.
This is what I looked like:
(The middle dude. )
Anyway. . .
happy Monday to you.