Exercise

So today I start Pilates. I joined the YMCA on Wednesday. I tried to go workout last night...but I didn't even make it to the gym floor. But I was close. Like 5 feet close. See, I got the kids fed, clean, in the car and in the daycare....I took the boys to the junior gym and I dropped my gear off in the locker room. As I was walking down the hall, building up my courage to workout-feeling good, by the way....a childcare worker meets me in the hall and says "Maribel had an accident. You need to come get her." NOOOO!!! Yup, there was my newly potty trained little angel with a huge wet spot on her pants. She was so upset. She wasn't crying, but I could see the disappointment on her face. I felt bad. For her. I forgot to remind her to tell the workers in red shirts when she needed to go. She was in a new, exciting place....she totally ignored her bladder. So, I retraced my steps. Went to get my bag from the locker room, collected the boys, then got the girls and came home. I was tired. And I didn't even workout. Heehee.
So today I will try again. In fact, class starts in one hour. This is a big deal. I haven't exercised in almost 2 years. I used to run 4-5 miles 3x a week before I got pregnant with Carmen. The last time I went to the gym was the same day I held that stick with the two pink lines. I tried to go to the gym that day...tried to take my mind off of the news I had just learned....but I couldn't concentrate. I was sick to my stomach. So, now that she's here and a year old....and starting to wean herself...I need to get back at it.
I hear a screaming child. I should go check on her now. Although it's not a painful cry, nor is it a hungry cry. It's just the "please come get me" cry. Time to love on my baby girl....I may not be able to later....I might be too sore. :)