Spring is here and I’m trying to hoist myself out of the rut winter has buried me in. Wednesday I attended my first strength training class in a loooooong time. I was expecting to feel like a pensioner mowed down by a bus on Thursday. But no, I felt fine. No muscle soreness anywhere. WTF?
Because my memory is complete shite, I forgot that the real soreness doesn’t set in until two days after. So today....I can barely move. Who knew there were actual muscles underneath my boobs. I know now because they hurt like a mo-fo. My abdominals and glutes are also in pain. It feels like I got gang-banged by the exercise equipment at the gym. Definitely not fun.
In England, this Sunday is Mother’s Day or Mothering Sunday as they like to call it here. Ever since I moved here, I’ve sent my mom a card on both the UK and US holiday. Mostly it’s because if I don’t buy a card in March, I’ll have nothing to send to her in May, but also because I am the best damn daughter in the world.
And the most modest.
My mom gets a kick out of it because she has something fun to look forward to in her mail box other than bills and store flyers. Also, as an anglophile, she likes that the cards usually say ‘mum’ on them. This time around she’s also getting a bunch of fridge magnets from my recent trips to Wales and Bath. My sister and I have a longstanding tradition of purchasing magnets for her during our travels. Our mom’s not much into knick knacks, so magnets seemed to be the smallest and most useful souvenir we could get for her. Now one entire side of her fridge, top to bottom, is covered in magnets. We keep waiting for the day when the weight imbalance finally tips the whole damn thing right over. Fingers crossed these latest acquisitions do the trick.
So to all the moms who read this blog, happy UK mummy’s day to you. Eat a scone, wear a funny hat, let your teeth rot and scold your children in a posh English accent. You’ve definitely earned it.
And to my mother who reads this blog but never comments....Hi Mom! Miss you, love you and thanks again for taking care of my geriatric diabetic cat. I owe you a lot. For that and the fact that you couldn’t sit normally for a month after my birth. Thanks also for reminding me of that....every damn time we talk. ;)
Have a great weekend, everyone!