I have a conflicted relationship with regular exercise. It’s good for me. It makes me feel good. I do not like it. I would very much rather take up a team sport or something, but that comes with the issue of having to deal with other people, which I try to keep to a minimum.
I know, I’m really selling you on my suitability as a parent. That, however, is beside the point of this post.
The point of this post is to say that husby and I joined a Yoga gym this weekend. And we did a yoga class.
It was really cool, actually. Actually, the opposite of cool. It was 91 degrees in the room. But we still had a good time as we sweated our butts off.
Husby remarked that he does want our kids to see us making fitness a priority in our lives. I agree with that in principle. I am… anxious about the execution.
That’s something I’m going to have to work on.