I headed to the gym after carpool drop-off this morning.  My kids' school starts really early, so I was able to drop carpool off and head to an exercise class that starts at 7:30.  I literally drive right past the gym, to get home, so there are no excuses.  Later in the day, as things get crazy, I can feel good that I got my work-out in before I ran out of time (and energy!).

As I pulled in the parking lot I saw a car stop after the driver pulled out of his parking spot.  He was lighting his cigar.  I had to chuckle to myself and comment to the person working at the front desk.  Doesn't that negate whatever he just did for a workout?

Anyway, I hadn't done an exercise class in forever.  I go in spurts.  If you read my last blog about getting tennis elbow raking leaves last fall, that was partially because I had been attending this challenging exercise class where we used a lot of heavy weights.  I had done the class before I had raked leaves that night and the combination of the two had left me with this painful, swollen elbow.  Not only did it turn me off of raking leaves, but the exercise class as well.

This class was being taught by a mom at school, who I know, and it was a new class so I thought I would be supportive and attend.  Well, she didn't need my support.  Her class was crowded and it was awesome!  It's a muscle conditioning/strengthening class and it made everything burn, so you don't feel like you are wasting your time, that is for sure.

Who knew this woman was totally funny as well.  There were times I was laughing so hard it was hard to hold the body bar still (while balancing on one leg, I might add).  The reason I decided to blog about this, I guess, is just that sometimes you have to shake up your routine a little bit. I've been really bored with working out lately but it is so important to get those endorphins going.  You feel so much better after you do.  Being able to laugh out loud for a majority of the class was such an added bonus.

As I left the club smiling I walked past my neighbor's car.  A mom of five children, her license plates say: "WHAT KDZ."  That always makes me chuckle.  Then I saw a new little sticker on her car "I know I run like a girl...try to keep up!"

Ah, simple pleasures...sometimes it's just the little things.