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| Now if I could just get that dog of mine to March AND change the load of laundry ... |
Note: I am not talking about the silly basketball business, no! I have been waiting for years to finally fill out my brackets, if you know what I mean and I think you do, and the filling out just doesn't seem to be happening.
I digress.
I am referring to the real March Madness, dear Readers. I am referring to the Madness that occurs at some point during the month of March when I realize that May is 8 weeks away. And May is the beginning of summer, yes. And summer may require the wearing of a swimsuit.
Bah!
So, naturally, I decide to take three pilates classes per week, one with a ball and one with a flex band/roller and one with a magic circle.
Note: Do not mock the magic circle. It is a magical place, yes.
So, naturally, I decide to find every 'buff arms in a week' workout I can find on Pinterest and choose the one that seems the most brutal.
Note: Four minutes of pushups? Really? Who does that?
Additional Note: Me.
So, naturally, I decide to buy a pedometer, even though The Hub foolishly believes that I will become obsessed with the number of steps I take each day.
Note: Silly Man. When have I ever given him the idea that I am prone to obsessivity?
Additional Note: Oh, yeah.
So, now I practically have to drag poor Rubi down the street for yet another walk in the rain. I have also learned that it is 55 steps to the laundry room and back and I can add another 100 steps if I march in place while I change the load.
Note: I have a great idea! Let's stick a pedometer on some kid marching in the band with his tuba. Now that's a workout, my friends.
So, now my arms are so sore that I can barely reach the whipped cream and I it is possible that I am stuck in the magic circle, yes.
Clearly, I have only one option.
Ruuuuuuuuuubi!
Is that dog hiding under the bed again?
Silly girl. Doesn't she realize that it's March?
Heck, yes!
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