My daughter woke up for her first Spring Break day as expected. It was after noon and she was ready to call the shots:
– She told me to put my socks in our own hamper?
– I had to clean out our lint trap before she started laundry!
– She called me out and I put on a new roll of toilet paper.
If I was going to work this hard, I was leaving the house. I asked if she wanted to go jogging with me? After my husband finished laughing, she said she’d go.
What I didn’t know was that a fitness routine has fashion requirements:
– I had to take off my classic gray sweats and put on yoga pants.
– My Yellowstone sweatshirt transformed into an aerobic jacket.
– Ponytails were standard, if I wanted to run like I was 20.
I didn’t. I just didn’t want to waddle like I was 50. I only needed to take a quick run to see how far I could get. I was just trying to get off the couch, so something on me would melt away with the snow.
Besides, if I looked like I was 20 I wouldn’t need to run in 40 degree rain in March!
We finally made our way out the door. I held up okay and didn’t faint. My daughter was light on her feet and didn’t run too far ahead.
Trisha isn’t in an exotic location relaxing in front of a sunset. That’s not her interpretation of Spring Break. Evidently, it means breaking her mother’s ass during the Spring thaw!