Shoe Snafu

How is it I can get four kids ready to go to the gym, but continually forget to get there prepared myself? I was hell bent on working out this morning--to stop the stress that was oozing from my pores--only to pull into the gym parking lot and realize I was wearing my slip on sneakers (no heel, no ties, not appropriate footwear for the "Functional Integrated Training" class I wanted to try). So we went home. I put on my shoes (and took out the trash since I had forgotten to do it earlier). I tossed peanut butter cups to the children still buckled in their seats. We returned to the gym and I was determined to walk in late anyway. I did, but to the wrong class. Realizing my error within the first 60 seconds, I slipped out (forgetting my water bottle) and found the right class. Maybe it's just me, but I think I put a little more oomph in my workouts when I'm pissed off. In the end, I'm glad I made the return trip to the gym. This was definitely a case of "better late than never." That stocked gym bag I blogged about a few months ago? It is now going to be the home of an extra pair of Mizunos. This summer when I accidently wear my flip flops to the gym (and, yes, I've done that, and no doubt will do it again) I'll have a back up pair.

Oh! And Happy Mother's Day! Hope you get a little Mama Sweat!