Lately I've been watching the kids and marveling at the energy and enthusiasm they have at this age. The sheer joy they get out of just moving their bodies, for any reason, or no particular reason, is hysterical. Whether it is Liam dancing to the 80's music channel on the tv - sliding to the left and right with hip wiggles, like he's doing the electric slide. Or Natalie running in circles (repeatedly...repeatedly...), or tearing down the long trampoline in gymnastics class at breakneak speed. In fact, it is a workout for me to just chase her around the gym trying to corral her and convince her to wait her turn at the equipment. She goes into overdrive, and just wants to run from the mats to the bars to the balance beam like a mad woman.
They both have so much ENERGY. I wonder if I ever had that much energy, even when I was two yrs old. I don't remember it, to be sure, and can't even imagine it.
So tonight I dragged myself to the gym, determined to feel more energetic. It is a group class that uses a large blue exercise ball, and I struggle with balance. But there was a moment, just a moment, that I found myself caught up in the movement and the music and realized I was really rather bouncy (not necessarily the desired state on an exercise ball) and, yes, energetic. And I smiled. I felt, just for an instant, like I had a 2 yr old still inside me.
Then I dragged my 38 yr old behind back home to sit on the couch.
Monday, December 10, 2007
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Your behind must be a year younger than the rest of your body. According to my calculations, you just celebrated your 39th birthday!
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