The other day I stopped at a gas station to pick up a scratch ticket to play while I waited outside the school for the boys. When i parked I stopped to read the sign at the gym. or whatever you call it. It said they have a kids room, and while I was reading htat part, a heavy set woman, with flushed cheeks - she had obviously been working out, came out of the building with four little kids. The kids all looked happy - and the mom looked Really happy. Like she had had a blast working out.
It made me pause to read the price list on the window . They have all sorts of machines in there, and for a minute I could picture myself on a treadmill, my iPod blasting, losing weight.
Then reality kicked in. We have one vehicle. In order for me to get to the gym for a work out, I would have to walk to it. Probably pulling hte wagon with me, becuase it is a long walk for a three year old.
Sigh.
Why pay good money to go to the gym to work out when the walk TO the gym would be a hell of a work out in the first place!
Some days I wonder about my IQ score...
I wonder if my sister uses her treadmill still, or if she would let me borrow it...
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