Yoga, biking, and babysitting

I never thought I would say this, but I actually wake up at the crack of dawn, head on over to CSUF. And break a sweat.


I know. Catch your breath. It's true.


I have always wanted to love working out. I tried to love it. I remember going to the gym with various roommates, back in my college days when I was a young buck (just had to use that phrase; today I realized it's been five years since my High School class {notice my wording---another blog, another day} graduated. I'm finally getting some years under my belt), and really trying to think, "Ya, I like this."



I even made a routine of going daily at different various points. When I moved to the land of California, the gym was my refuge. I went daily. But I doubt if I ever really enjoyed running those 9 miles a day. It was never something that just "flew by without me noticing"! I never could concentrate while listening to music, or even get enough coordination to watch TV while at the gym running to my shin-splints delight. My brain simply could not function at such high levels.


Then, when we moved to da' island it was perfect because there was a gym on campus; almost quite literally in my backyard. And I actually went. A few times... like... I could count on my hand how many times. Again, let me refer back to the whole, "I really wanted to like working out, but it never clicked".



Don't even get me started on hating to wake up early situation.



My kids wake up at 9:00. And I wouldn't accept life any other way.



Heaven forbid. Seriously.



But, I don't know what it is about this place, people. Something just clicked. I'm sure it has something to do with my lack of social life, because really, I have all the time in the world!! But, the non-social life doesn't really explain the sanity factor for waking up at 6:30 AM, biking (UPHILL. Both ways. Yes, I'm not exaggerating. Both ways. UP HILL.) 3 miles, and going to my yoga class. Then biking home. All before my wee little ones arise.



And I love it.


I have been doing this little routine for a while now. It works out perfect.



And you want to know the two best parts about the magical gym on campus? They don't have ID cards. THEY SCAN YOUR HAND. Welcome to the future. No problems with ID theft. Best part number two: When I was kickin' it around campus today, a group of super-hip teenagers (because College students are 12 years old these days??) came and told me how adorable the children were I was BABYSITTING.

I just smiled and said, "Ya, their Mom leaves them with me all day. It's crazy."

They just shook their heads and said, "Poor kids."