How Old Am I.

I found out the other day that one of the cute little 3rd grade boys that I used to teach in Sunday School years ago has just graduated from the Naval Academy. And then I put in my false teeth and picked up my walker and stormed off.

For the last school year, my friend Julie and I got together every morning at six to work out. We went from walking to running and when it got too cold we bought a Jillian Michaels DVD. We started on Level 1 and worked our way up to Level 3, and not the 'easy' version of level 3, we did the advanced level. Then we got her second DVD that was an hour-long workout and proceeded to kick its butt as well. We laughed in the face of Jillian Michaels. We taunted her. And we were magnificent.

At the end of May, Julie and I looked at one another and said, "We are all kinds of awesome. We do not need any more exercise. We want to sleep in for the summer, and we will not find it pleasurable to try to exercise later in the day because we do not wish to put our combined total of seven children into one house while we do so. Therefore we will take the summer off."

And we did.

Then the other day we decided to resume our workouts. "If only there were a more advanced level to this video," we laughed, "that would be the appropriate workout for us because we are so wonderful. But just for old times' sake let us start with Level 1, just so we can laugh merrily at how easy it is."

I'm sure you can guess how this story ended. When I was finally able to lift my arms and legs again, I put in my false teeth and picked up my walker and stormed off.