It's spring break here and the temperatures are finally hitting just above the freezing point. My driveway is a slushy mess and my dogs are leaving their muddy paw prints all over the house. Now that I can safely drive again on a regular basis, I've decided it's time to get Firstborn out of the house and into something that doesn't involve a Wii controller.
Firstborn has shown some interest in martial arts, and he could use a little help with his coordination, so a couple of weeks ago, I looked up what's available in our area. When I saw what was involved, and that the class was open to all ages, I made a sudden crazy decision. Firstborn and I were going to take Taekwon-Do TOGETHER!
Firstborn was very enthusiastic about this idea (he's still at the age where I'm not completely embarrassing, apparently) so I contacted the school and was told to go to the class this past Monday to see if we liked it. When I got there, it became immediately apparent that things were not going to go the way I'd hoped. In this particular class, the only person in the room over the age of 12 was the instructor! I had to break it to Firstborn that there was no way I could take this class with him. Sparring with the elementary school set could only be a lose-lose situation for me. In addition to being the only creepy grownup in the class, I'd either have to get beaten up by a pre-teen, or be the one doing the beating-up. AWKWARD! Thankfully, my kid's adaptable. He's already made a friend in class without me there to weird everybody out.
And every cloud has a silver lining. As disappointed as I am not to be taking martial arts, there are other options. The class is held at the base gym, so I'll have an hour and a half to kill twice a week in a place where the only thing to do is get my pudgy butt on the treadmill or into the pool. Well, I guess I could go across the street for ice cream, but even I know an opportunity when I see it, so I'll limit the ice cream runs to no more than once every fortnight.
So, in short, my blood pressure is down from not having to read the crazy opinions of my fellow Canadians, AND I have a good excuse to get myself moving twice a week.
Take that, heart disease!