We All Look the Same Soaking Wet And Wearing Lycra
Friday morning (as in 6:00 am) marked the third consecutive boot camp rain fest. And I’m not talking drizzles; I’m talking serious soaked to the skin, squishy shoes, clingy butt soaked lycra down pour.
There we were, a group of twelve 40 something mothers running sprints, doing leap frogs, side stepping through the agility ladder when our trainer yelled, in her Long Island best,
“oh come on ladies, you know you’re going to be telling your co-workers about this all day today.”
It gave me pause, especially since I had just agreed to write on this blog. I am the only “working” mom in the group. But unlike other groups where I’ve certainly not felt part of the club, this group of women is all about support.
It occurred to me as we were laughing out loud about the varying degrees of wetness that in these early morning moments we are not just mothers. We are middle aged (proudly) women who cherish the clarity and more importantly sanity we get through these early morning gatherings. Exercise it seems, is the great equalizer for this group of moms.
So here are my words of wisdom for all you moms out there pondering what to do today:
