I love this time of year.
I love that it starts to warm up (a little), the garden starts to burgeon and grow and blossom.
My babies are all spring babies and so I am - so there is lots to celebrate in the coming months.
I love the possibilities that open up and the lightness that fills my heart.
None of which explains why this week I joined a gym. For the first time EVER.
I'm still coming to grips with this.
I've always been a hockey girl, a tennis girl, a swimming or walking girl.
Not into jigging up and down, or set classes or (horrors!) gym gear.
- I have 2 very dear friends who have been nagging me, weekly, for months now, to join them at this class, or that class, or on this run, or that run. They are fit, fun and enthusiastic....they've worn me down.
- I want to find my waist again - it got lost there amongst all those babies and late night snacks.
- The Doc joined and I'm nothing if not supportive.
- They had a super special and I didn't feel like I was going to waste my money.
So here I am, committing to regular exercise for the next two months.
A spring resolution if you like (which makes more sense to me that trying to start in the slothful, gluttonous months of summer).
Anyone else making plans, getting started on new projects?
How about a spring resolution?