This morning the whole fam (yes, all THREE of us) drug our doughy bodies to Giardina Margharita for "Boot Camp," a group exercise program lead by a multiply-deployed government contractor and his Marine Corps wife. Needless to say, it was intense. Especially for a couple of sacks who haven't done much in the way of exercise in months. While the drill sergeant shouted commands, Ada wandered around comparing water bottles and acting as a self-appointed moral booster.
When we got home and I went to lift Ada out of her stroller, I could feel my triceps shaking in protest. I'm going to be so sore.
But this is exactly what the doctor's ordered.