Our camera is broken. Mothers Day is coming up
(hint, hint to my hubs).
I have no pictures for you, but an update is necessary.
Micah took another step tonight. He's so darn close.
We joined a *gulp* a gym. And today I.... worked out. Who is this lady?! I hate gyms. I get so insecure the second I walk in. I'm pretty sure as soon as I walk in everyone turns their head, looks at me and thinks "What is SHE doing in here? She doesn't even know how to work these machines." And I think, "It's true. I don't. I'm leaving."
(un) Fortunately, Jared and I went together so there was no backing out. We dropped the kids at the child care and I practically clung to him as we made our ascent into the cardio area. I wanted to go to the back corner, but they didn't have the elliptical with the moving arms thingies back there. I had to pick a front rower. I got on it and the place where I put my foot made a really loud clunking sound every time I took a step. I didn't think it was normal, but hey, what do I know? I don't belong in these gyms. My face was getting hot. After two or three steps, my knight in shining armor came over to bring me a towel (I guess you sweat when you work out. Ew). He agreed that the clunking probably wasn't normal, so I switched to the next one. No clunking. Less attention. Whew.
I just pushed Quick Start on the machine. Not quite sure how to start a "program" and there are a lot of buttons. After about 5 minutes I realized I was in a bit of a rhythm. It wasn't so bad. I was watching Ellen and the Know or Go game on. I was actually giggling at the old lady who was so scared to fall because she got the answer wrong.
Then, right in front of me, in front of the two rows of machines all facing in her direction, a girl appeared with my name written in big green letters on a white board! Great! Now what did I do and why is everyone looking at me?! Turned out Micah pooped and they don't change diapers. Apparently they called my name twice over the PA system. Great again. So much for flying under the radar.
I changed his diaper and returned to my machine for another five minutes. Jared thought we should go look at some other machines. Its been a year now and I'm ready for the remnants of my Micah belly to go away. So we looked at some ab machines. (Is it machines? Is that what you call them?). I pretty much rolled my eyes at the idea of having to pick a weight, do reps, wipe down the equipment... ugh. After walking around looking at all of the torture devices, I told him to go ahead and do his thing and I'll just go play with the kids. People were beginning to wonder why we were walking in circles (at least in my head they were).
Then, my Jared, my brilliant and loving husband, had an idea. We walked over to the classrooms. The ones with wood floors, a barre across the back and a large mirror in front. Home. The room was dark and no classes were scheduled for another 30 minutes. I told him "I can take it from here. Go ahead. You can leave. I know what to do in here." I put in my ipod and did my sit ups. Push ups. Donkey kicks. Stretching. All by myself. And enjoyed it.
We're going back at the same time tomorrow and I think I'm going to be quite comfortable.
Drop off the kids. Ellen for 30-40 minutes. I will only put in one ear bud, so I can hear my name being called the first time in case Micah wants to make a routine out of this. Then I'll slip into the last classroom and tone the way I know how.
Wish me luck my friends.
