I've done it!

Yes, it's true, I have joined a "gym". YMCA of the Rockies to be exact. Okay not exact because it's really just the "Y" in Boulder but I like the way "of the Rockies" sounds. My first time felt, well, sinful. I drop off Bri in this wonder world of toys and other crazy, loud, playing children and venture off to "cardio". After 40 minutes on the treadmill, running like a hamster, I realize that I don't even feel like a hamster, I feel...Naughty. Steeling a little time during the day to zone out with some music and run my booty off (literally) and someone is watching my kid for me and will come and retrieve me if her head falls off or she catches on fire. Ahhh, the life of a mom going to the gym. I leave the "Y" elated, feeling like I could become the skinner, leaner version of myself and enjoy every hamster-like moment. I think I will return to said gym, often.