“We’re getting up at 5:45 for a jog in the morning!” I told my 14-year-old son after dinner last night. The both of us seemed excited – I know I was. I’ve been released by the doc to work and sweat, something I’ve been itching to do. Oh, the plans were grandiose. Allow me to refer back to a previous post entitled, “I Would if I Could…Maybe,” where I rattle on about how much I resent not being able to work out. The running, the trainer, Pilates, I’ve missed them all and looked forward to getting back in the saddle today, bright and early. After hitting snooze a handful of times (as predicted in the above mentioned post), I walked into my kitchen at 6:50 to find my teenaged son eating a bowl of cereal. I poured myself some coffee and raised my cup to good intentions. “I’m sorry, Mom – my alarm didn’t go off,” he began to excuse his oversleeping. “If it did, I didn’t even hear it.” “Really?” I said. “Mine did…I heard it go off every time before I hit snooze.” A look of relief crossed his face, realizing he wasn't about to be judged. Okay, today is shot, but tomorrow – we’re totally going for it. Michelleread more
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