I went back to the gym today. I meant to go back a few months ago, but then I had a stuck episode and vomited all over the parking lot and in my car. It was awkward.
So I guess what really happened was, I finally got up the nerve to show my face at the gym again. And while I was there, I worked out with a trainer. He was good, tough without being ridiculous. I didn't cry. I can feel the muscle fatigue and I know tomorrow I'll be sore and Wednesday I'll be in pain and then I'll be OK again on Thursday. Which is good because I have another appointment then.
In unrelated news, Oldest Child starts second grade tomorrow. Cannot believe summer is already over.
Also, we have a family I've never met and know virtually nothing about arriving tomorrow to live with us for a week. The husband is a colleague of my husband, and they're moving here from San Francisco with two very young children. Hubs invited them to stay with us while their furniture is en route. Wish me luck.
