This morning I got a wild hair and decided to take Asher and Andyn for a walk around the neighborhood. I haven't exercised in months. I know, you couldn't tell. I'm looking so thin these days
::sarcasm::. Maybe it's been a while because the last few times I've gotten this wild hair I've been on the receiving end of some terrible mojo.

Many of the times that I've tried to begin an exercise program I've shortly thereafter become pregnant (you can email me privately if you want to discuss cause and effect). After having my fourth kid I'm slightly trepedatious about testing this theory.

This year we celebrated New Year's with Shelley and Dave here at our home. On January 1, 2007, after eating a butt-load of biscuits and chocolate gravy (ooh! a recipe I need to share on
our recipe blog), Shelley, acting out of love and concern for my length and quality of life, decided we should go for a walk. You know, start the new year off right. Most people wait until January 2. Not us. We were getting a head start on all those lazy bums! So we head out. 5 minutes into it I'm about to fall over with heart failure and Shelley sweetly asks me if I would mind if she ran up ahead to raise her heart rate? "Nooo" I say, "Not a problem!" Maybe if she did that then she wouldn't notice if I slowed down to almost a crawl! This pattern continued the length of our walk. About a quarter of a mile from home she was off on one of her escapades without me and I jokingly tried to hitch a ride with a friend and she started screaming "Oh no you don't, Fatty Fathead!" As my friend pulled away (without me in the car), I twisted my ankle and fell full force directly onto my knee. All 500 lbs of me!!!! I was in excruciating pain (both ankle and knee) and my knee looked like a package of hamburger meat! Shelley ran, of course, and got her van and life flighted me back to the house. Just in time, I might add, for Aspen to run into the house with the same hamburger knee from falling off of her bike! Needless to say I didn't exercise for many weeks. It was so bad after a couple of days that I had to go to the doctor and get an x-ray. Even in all my pain, I managed to accompany Shelley to NJ for a little house-hunting excursion. You might wonder why I would do such a wonderful thing for the woman who pretty much maimed me? She's my best friend. I would do anything for her.

After my sister and I had our babies (5 weeks apart) we decided that we should probably lose some weight so started another attempt at the exercise thing. Well, she got pregnant. I stopped immediately.

Today I woke up and thought
"The temp is finally below 90* at 7:30 am - good day for a walk". I went to the shed, pulled out the enormous bulky double stroller and started to clean the cobwebs off. By the time it was clean enough for the kids to sit in it, I was dripping in sweat and breathing heavy. BUT I still went on a walk. We had a good time. Andyn danced the whole time to MP3's I played on my phone. Asher talked to everything we passed. I came home with 2 huge blisters on my heals thanks to the new 'no show' socks I just bought. Next time I'll just look like a dork and wear tube socks.