F.I.V.E.

How is it that my little baby boy is going to be five next week?  I always said that he’d be a baby until 5. From there, things change. I’m having a hard time with this realization and what it means. And no, I’m not having another baby. Up until now, the cuddles are endless. My boy can run around the house naked. I can continuously pinch his “tushy butt”. We shower together. I know it’s just a matter of time before these things are inappropriate.  When I hold him in my lap, he’s just a little too oversized. It’s a matter of time before I won’t be able to hold him in my lap anymore. I won’t be able to carry him. Not to mention how awkward it would look to be carrying a big boy around. At some point he will realize that it’s not cool to hold your mom’s hand in public. That kissing your mom on the lips is “gross”.  He will no longer run across his classroom and jump into my arms when he sees me come pick him up from school each day.  I'm sad but I know that there are so many great things to come. That we are going to continue to have so much fun together, but I secretly hope that my boy will always want to snuggle and that he won’t ever think kissing his mommy on the lips is gross.

Just a few hours old

ONE - Sock Monkey Birthday

TWO - Circus Party

THREE - All Aboard!

FOUR - Argh...Captain Jayden!




And FIVE....Wait for it.

Cycling High

I had the most amazing spin class tonight.  I have been spinning for about 8 years now and it still amazes me how every class is different. That’s probably why I haven’t given up on it like so many other forms of exercise that I become bored with after a while.  In spin I am constantly challenging myself.  I push myself past my comfort zone.   It’s a competition with myself and the clock. I want to strive for the max miles, the max calories burned, the highest watts.  I want every class to be better than the last.  If I know I went 15 miles last week, I want to go 15.1 this week.  I spin two to three times a week and it gives me sanity. It takes me away from the every day challenges of being a school administrator, motherhood, house cleaning and so much more.  It’s 50 minutes that is all about me and pushing myself to my limits. Pushing myself to be better and stronger. It’s a physical and emotional challenge all in one.  A few months ago they installed new computers onto the bikes.  I never really paid much attention to the previous machines.  The new ones give more information such as watts, miles, calories burned, etc. It shows your average watts and your max watts for your ride.  You can time your stages. Every number on the machine pushes me. The numbers don't lie. They tell you if you aren't working hard enough.  At my weekend studio, there is no machine. There are no eucalyptus scented towels, no one waiting outside of class to give you a 10 minute shoulder massage when you’re done. None of the frills of the fancy gym I’m at during the week.  However, I can take the experience and knowledge that I have learned about my body, and just how far I can push it, and still apply it.  When I think I can’t go anymore and want nothing more than to lighten up on the resistance, I challenge my mind and body. When I accomplish what I thought was impossible, it’s such a natural high.  Tonight I walked out of class so proud of how far I’ve come. I hit my highest mileage. My highest average watts. My most calories burned. I was drenched in sweat. I felt amazing! I may dread going to the gym every now and again, but I can’t say I ever regret it!

I know my class is for me and I shouldn't be worried about other people, but sometimes I really feel like this...

I am after all, the queen of resistance!