Wednesday, January 09, 2008
When the going gets tough...
...the tough sign up for boxing camp. So after yesterday's delightful morning, I decided to find an activity that would let me share some of the morning joy with Tim, and what I found is boxing camp. It started Monday, but I went in last night for a make-up lesson and this morning I was up at 5:00 and jumping rope by 6:00 in the warmup.
So for the next month I'll be at boxing camp Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays at 6:00 am. There are 10 people in the camp -- 3 women and 7 men. And it's a tough workout -- very different from what I normally do. But I think it's healthier than destroying chairs (for the record, the chair was from IKEA and not in very good shape).
On another note, today is my birthday, so I'm now an honest woman, because I've been claiming 47 as my age for a few months now. And I do think 47 is going to be wonderful. Why? Well for one thing, I managed to have only 3 bites of devil's food cake at lunch today (Tim took me out to a really nice restaurant -- Paul Martin, for those who know the area). When I was 46, that was impossible, but now? Piece of, excuse the expression, cake!