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.