Tonight I finally made the trek back to the gym. It's been a long time. Because of a scare early in my pregnancy I took several months off of the gym. (I did walk a lot). But since I've passed the six week mark and I'm not exactly loving my body, I decided to go back to the gym. I thought I'd get off to an easy start with a yoga class. I debated boot camp, but thought I'd wait a few weeks. It was wonderful. This is the first time I've taken an hour away from Chloe, and the class was exactly what I needed. The instructor was fantastic, and when I told her it was my first class since having a baby she made sure I didn't do certain things and that I was okay. By the end of the class my body felt fantastic. It was a pretty mellow yoga class, and it was all about listening to your body, etc. I think this is the first time I really have listened to my body in yoga and not just tried to get everything right. And the 5 minute part where you just lie on the floor and do nothing. Golden. For me the hardest part of going to the gym is getting back into a routine. I don't mind being there. In fact I kind of enjoy working out. It's just the initial visit, and sorting out the timing and getting comfortable again. So going there tonight was important to me. I'm not so anxious about it. Actually, with the exception of a few more dance classes nothing has changed. That's not true. They added some "fun" dance classes. There's one class where each week you learn a new style of dance like salsa or tango and get your workout that way. I can honestly say that kind of a class would be a nightmare for me. Bellydance flashbacks, anyone? So, for now I'll stick with the easy classes and and see how it goes.
This morning a met a couple of WonderMommies and their children at a play place so the kids could run off some steam while we enjoyed coffee. It was a wonderful morning. There were no calamaties. We had a nice chat. It was a good day. And then it was time to go. It was one of those easy departures. Matt was tired and looking forward to a break in the van. Chloe was asleep. We got in the van and got settled when we saw a hoard of seagulls flying toward us. I think there were 5. For some reason it caught my attention and suddenly .. BANG. Something slammed into my windshield. Logically it was a seagull. There was a big gob of red right on my windshield. It was horrifying. And then suddenly I heard it. Major noise on top of my van. I almost had a nervous breakdown. There I was, in my van, with a half-dead bird on my roof. I didn't want to roll down the window for fear of a half dead, or potentially dead bird, falling or flying in my window. Matthew was in the back seat asking what the noise was and where the birds went. I didn't quite know how to explain to him that a bird was dying on our roof racks. What if the bird got stuck in our roof racks? By this point I had tried to call my sister (who was across the small parking lot) to solicit her help, but she was in conversation with our friend. And then two teenaged boys walked past. They looked like nice kids. The kind I hung out with in school. The kind I'd like Matt to grow up to be like. They didn't seem vicious or crazy. But, they suddenly looked at my van, pointed and LAUGHED. I was horrified. Kids these days. Laughing at a dying seagull on my roof. I tried to ask them about it, but when I refused to roll down my window and I pointed at my roof they almost fell over laughing. And then I realized I could just drive to Becky and Kerry. Maybe they could help. Instead. They laughed. They both started laughing. Finally Kerry convinced me to roll down my window so she could explain. I did. A bit. Just enough that I could hear her and yet no birds could get in my van. (by this point I was actually shaking). It turns out there was no flailing dead bird on my van. What happened was a group of seagulls had found a half piece of pizza and were fighting over it when they dropped it on my van window. One of the seagulls retrieved it and it somehow ended up stuck in my roof racks where the pigeons were fighting with each other - hence the banging noise. When I drove over to Becky the seagulls followed me and were again attacking the pizza. That's why everyone was laughing. I chose not to get out and look. But halfway home a piece of pizza went flying from my roof. Is it any wonder I'm a little tired these days?