while out hiking the other day, I got a wild hair to try something I hadn’t done since before having kids.
oh, wait.
is that why I awoke the next morning feeling like I got hit by a Mack truck?
at times, my body thinks like a 20 year old, but it reacts like a 30 year old!
surely, the fact that I could do this a mere 7 years ago, quite clearly means that I can do it today?
without nary a soar muscle.
or bruised ego.
or without getting those nasty blisters on my hands.
and not having my pale stretched out midsection dangling over my pants.
SO, I was wrong.
*as for those of you who can still do this without waking up half dead and without your child-bearing muffin top climbing up over your waistband,
“I hate you.”
3 responses to “self-realization…”
It must be in the air. I tried that the other day, only I was trying to teach Sydney the whole hanging by the ankle and knee thingy while playing the hand slappy games you think are so cool when you’re little. Only while I was swinging I realized to late that I am a lot taller than I once was and therefore hit my head on the steps having not moved far enough away from them. (BY THE WAY MY STOMACHE WAS SO OUT THERE!)
You go girlfriend!
You look so charmingly tough!