I don't think I am anywhere near over-the-hill at just the age of twenty seven, but right now I don't feel like a spring rabbit either. I've wrestled, I've practiced Jujitsu, I've even done a little kickboxing, trouble is that was all at least five or six years ago. Last week I decided I'd try to get back in and start rolling again. I work-out at least three times a week and have been doing so consistently since January. Of course, having trained before, I know that working-out only gets you so far. I just wish it would get me further. I used to be able to take a day or two off, now it seems like a week or two will work.

   Last week I rolled once and was sore for a few days. Last night I rolled again and wow my ribs are killing me. This isn't a remorseful pain. The hurt feels good. It feels like I've made an accomplishment. I feel like I've finally gotten my hind end of the couch and made some momentum. I feel like I shouldn't laugh or sneeze.

    This makes me think... parenting also causes a lot of pain, a lot of hurt, and a lot of bruises (both physical and emotional). Some days are a wild ride and we can only roll with the punches. Other days we have to dish out a serious booty whooping. Sometimes we get a chance to take a breather and nurse ourselves. If I can adopt the mindset that parenting pains are a sign of accomplishment then I think I'll do pretty good. Now I've got to go take a nice hot bath.