Last weekend I took my toddler to a gymnastics gym for play hour. They open the gym up to parents and kids for an hour to play on all the equipment (bars, balance beams, foam pits, trampolines, you name it). For $5, you really can't beat it.

My little stinker was happy just running up and down the tumbling runs (springy!) all the while yelling "Ruuuuun! Ruuuuun!" in her cute little toddler voice. And I was running with her, of course, because the tumbling runs happen to be 2 feet off the ground. I was having a great time just watching her enjoy herself, and then I realized... I was running! Well, maybe more of a shuffling jog, but STILL! It felt so good, I thought for a minute that I might just have to yell "Ruuuun!" right along with the kiddo! I bounced on the trampolines with her, I climbed the matts, and I even dove into the foam pit. Ok, so it took me ten minutes to get OUT of the foam pit. Working on it, people!

The next day, I was paying for it. My hips and knees were stiff, my leg muscles were a little sore, and I must have wrenched my neck in my epic battle to remove myself from the foam pit. And you know what? I liked it. I can't wait to do it again.

It got me thinking about what I'm going to do for exercise as my action phase kicks into gear next week. My dear hubby is going to pick the kids up from daycare a few days a week, so I can hit the gym. Weights and treadmill, here I come! This is good, but in an effort to forge new pathways, I need to find ways to fit in exercise on a daily basis. At work, I get an hour for lunch. As a bandster, I only need about 15-20 minutes to eat. This leaves 40-45 minutes I can make some serious use of. Weather permitting, I'll take a walk around the building. Or, as I get stronger, perhaps a few flights of stairs and some pushups in the locker room. Creativity will be key. I will keep you posted on the implementation of my lunch time frolics!