I’ve been getting to the gym every Saturday like clockwork.
The toddler dodgeball nationals are just a month away.
Here, I’m telling Brooks about the finer points of gymnastics.
In exchange, he helps me with my forward rolls.
My technique is, of course, impeccable.
Whee!!!
Thwap!!!
That was pretty great, but I always say you should act like you’ve been there before.
Oh, I can’t help it.
Gymnastics class is 45 minutes long, so I usually need two or three snack breaks.
When I carbo-load, no piece of focaccia is safe.
Back to the grind.