My Active Weekend . . .

Last week, I wasn't as physically active as I'd hoped.  I'd also planned on doing a 5K on Saturday, which I blew off because my walking buddies, 1) had a medical emergency which was super serious, and 2) was swamped with work and needed to go to the office on the weekend.  I'd decided that I was still going to be active every day.

On Saturday, I just couldn't stay home doing nothing.  I left hubby and three kids at home and got on my bike for a 3.52 mile trek around our neighborhood.  You have no idea how lovely it is to finally be able to bike ride around and see the world from a different perspective.  It was a happy moment.  It could have been more joyous had I put on shorts instead of long, flowing yoga pants.  Dumb, girl!

On Sunday, I got on the treadmill and walked for 100 minutes.  Yes, 100 minutes.  I discovered Streaming Netflix.  I downloaded the software and found my trusty headphones.  Got on the dreadmill and walked while watching "The Proposal".  It was an awesome time.  It was only 100 minutes because the darn treadmill shuts down when it resets to 00.00.  It was just as good of a time as any to stop. 

That afternoon, we took the kids to the driving range to practice hitting golf balls.  Not such a physically strenuous activity but it got us out of the house and being active with the kids.  You should have seen the four of us (Me, Hubby, my boy, and my girl) walking with our golf bags and clubs.  A yuppy family with baby in jogging stroller.  I am trying to get my swing back.  There was a time in my golfing life that I was really good.  Better than my husband.  Now, he has increased his skills and lowered his handicapped, while I've regressed back to square one. 

This Monday morning, I set the alarm to ring at 5:50 a.m., and told myself that if I awaken at 4:50 a.m. naturally, then I would exercise.  And this darn body woke up at 4:53 a.m.  I got myself dressed and headed for the workout/play room.  I got my netbook and put on The September Issue.  I rode the spin bike for 55 minutes.  Sweated my butt off, and the lady parts was in pain.  After sending everyone off to school and daycare, I went to the driving range this morning to hit a small bucket of balls before work.  I did so much better.  I even sparked conversation among two men who were practicing, asking each other if their wife golfed.  I figured being the only woman in there with a skirt and ballet shoes would strike that conversation. 

My swing is coming back.  I hope to work on my swing enough to take my daughter and teach her golf course management.  I've taught both kids (6 and 8) how to hit golf balls, and I want to now teach her how to read and navigate the course.  I figure I will take her to a nine hole once a month during the Summer.  Just the two of us.

Eating is a work in progress.  It is always in progress.  And it is work. 

Check out my submission to Jack Sh*t's W.I.D.T.H project, you will know by the picture, which you've seen before, but this one is subtitled.  Submit your own.  It is a fun way to show and tell the world why we are doing this for ourselves. 

Were you active this weekend?  If so, what did you do?  If not, what would you have liked to do?