A Spring Saturday

I've less than an before my Saturday morning "Challenge" exercise class.  It's near the last one in the 12 week series.  My reputation in the group is that of "determined" and  "beast" as I'm the oldest in the group of 20 and almost twice as old as many of them. I just refuse to give up as I bring up the rear in the relay runs.  They cheer me on.  It's beyond embarrassing, but I don't care anymore.

I am most certainly in love with my inner core despite my inability to lift weight over my head.  My shoulders can't take it.  Never do I want to go through rotator cuff surgery again.  That translates into "girly" pushups instead of "regular" ones, although my planks are "up to snuff".  My workout is also distinguished by my pathetic burppies.  My legs just do not spring back like the should; nor do I jump up with the enthusiasm of my younger colleagues. It's like I've lost the perk in perky.  It's just "Y" now. 

We'll be outside this morning sweating among the flowering ornamental fruit trees.  The sun shines and bird chirp while we pant and sweat.  But it's only an hour.  Later, this afternoon, John and I will  be on the mall walking amongst the cherry blossoms, blending in with great hordes of tourists. 

Finally, a weekend out of doors with no rain nor snow.  Ah, Spring!