I went to the fitness center here this morning in preparation for the frozen custard I will eat later. Mmmm... And discovered that I'm not really a gym kind of a gal.
When Kirk Franklin tells me, "Make some noise!" and "I can't hear you!" and "Clap your hands up here like this!" I tend to obey.
But I noticed that people were looking at me rather than at Good Morning, America. And then there's the fact that it's hard to clap my hands and do the elliptical thing at the same time. Much easier to sing and clap while walking. Not so much flailing about to keep from falling off.
It was good to finish up and get outside (where it's HOT and HUMID, but okay because the water is so lovely) so I could sing nice and loud--the way it should be.
We made it to the lake, finally got into our place yesterday afternoon (the people who were renting it last week decided to extend their stay without telling anyone or answering the phone which required us to unpack for Saturday night, then repack, and then unpack again), did the big WalMart run for groceries (MANY bags of popsicles--I get it from my mother), and it finally feels like vacation has begun.
P.S. I got all your sweet comments this morning about the Sabbath. Thank you. I'm anxious to share more--and hear more about what works for you. But for now, I have the whole place to myself and I'm going to enjoy it!