It was bright and sunny yesterday, although cold, and so I went to Sarah and Larry’s house to practice lacrosse with Nate because it was supposed to rain today. And you know, at my age, my muscles don’t recover as quickly as, say, an eleven-year-old, extremely active boy. So I looked forward to doing pretty much nothing today.
And then I got a phone call from Nate at 12:30. “Aunt Meryl, would you like to come over and practice lacrosse with me because it’s not raining?”
I hadn’t even showered. (I told you, a do-nothing day. I was so looking forward to thinking of ways to blow off going to the gym.)
An hour or so later, I was in the back yard, shooting the ball at the goal while Nate (the would-be goalie) tried to block them.
Well, the good news is that lacrosse is way better exercise for me than 30 minutes on the stationary bike. My back likes it better, too. It’s amazing to me how much better I feel after these sessions with Nate. And the rain held off until the football game, which was the signal to end practice and my signal to head home to get back to doing nothing, albeit a little better-exercised, more tired, and slightly more sore than before.
It’s so hard to say no to a child. Darn it.