Cue the Rocky Music

Okay, it’s that time. Cue the Rocky Soundtrack. I have outlined in anal-retentive detail the remainder of my book, and I’m ready for that last blast-through to the end. If all goes well (fingers crossed), I’ll have the book done by the weekend. Then it’s onto a few revisions (I’ve been revising as I go), and I’ll be done! Can’t wait. There’s just no better feeling than finishing a book. Maybe I’ll even have to go to Philadelphia, run up the library steps and start waving my fists in triumph.

Or not.

My son was bouncing off the walls today. He’ll get to attend his first gymnastics class. I’ve never seen anyone so excited. He went to a birthday party once where they had tumbling and play, and he never forgot it. That was nearly a year ago. Hopefully he’ll have fun.

When I was in high school, gymnastics was the sport I chose. I must be masochistic. :confused2: I couldn’t even do the splits (still can’t) and the hardest trick I could do was a cartwheel. But there were all of seven people on the team, and they didn’t really make any cuts, so I made it. I never competed my first year, except for one exhibition. I had so much fun, though, I kept taking lessons at a local gym and finally got good enough to compete my senior year. Now mind you, this is still not all that good. I learned how to do back handsprings and my routines were AVERAGE. But I had so much fun, and there was something exciting about learning new skills and becoming stronger and more flexible (and no, I never did get the splits, though I came awfully close. I think my body just doesn’t go that way).

I would love to try an adults gymnastics class. Of course, I’d probably kill myself, but I have such fond memories of my high school years, it would be a lot more interesting than step aerobics. :headspin:

What’s your favorite kind of exercise?