Heather competes in her ironman in a couple weeks. She's got rocket launchers on her thighs. She says after the race she's going to sit on her couch for the rest of her life and eat potato chips. I tell her to take a look at me and then decide if that's what she really wants. I mean, I've got the rocket landing pad for thighs.
It's tricky to find exercise time. I have to time it with post-nursing and when Briton is home since Miles is still too young for gym child care. And I'm still too wimpy to go when it's raining. And too tired to go later at night. You know. Typical excuses.
This morning I did a warm-up walk around the block with one of the other bus-stop mom's. Then off I shuffled: 90 minute jog/2 minute walk intervals. For 20 minutes. When I came home I tried to do some sit-ups even though I was pooped. I have zero abdominal muscles. So mainly, I just lay on my back on the floor and popped my carotids.
I've got a long way to go.
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