Look familiar? Yes, it`s the instruments of torture back again.
To be fair, I am improving at the hula hooping. My record stands at thirteen consecutive hulas. Or maybe they`re called hoops. Who knows?
Anyway, Teen Son barged into the room just as I was putting the hoop away. In one short sentence he reminded me that parents are their teenaged kids biggest embarrassment. And that an old woman hula hooping is a ridiculous sight.
Thank God I didn`t see you doing that! he exclaimed.
But, the really nice part of being a lady of mature years is that one really doesn`t care what anyone thinks.
And that`s why I looked even more ridiculous outside in the rain skipping to my heart`s content.
Anyone peering over the hedge would have got quite a laugh.
But I can manage one hundred skips without a break. Okay, only one hundred. But hey, it`s a baseline. I`m sure to get better.
Oh it`s lovely going back to all those activities of my teenaged days but with a wise old woman head. I am thrilled at the least little success. And I don`t give two whits if I look ridiculous in the process.
Janathon, Day 29
- Running miles: Nil
- Skipping: Intervals over twenty minutes.
- Hoola Hooping: five minutes.
- Mileage: Nil
- Embarrassment: 10/10 if you`re any one of my offspring