The last few days of the Juneathon have been the toughest for me. My youngest has been sick and her illness combined with my sciatica seemed to suck any and all energy out of me. Her ailments included her high fevers and a nasty cough, therefore, a visit to the pool with the girls was out of the question and I was unable to swim for sciatica relief.
Day 25 – After my accidental two mile hike on the beach, I barely had the strength to move on Friday. After a few laps in the pool, I was toast.
Day 26 – Thankfully, I felt much better on Saturday and I spent most of the morning treading water and swimming in the Gulf. I loved every minute of it.
Day 27 – On Sunday, we had to pack up and head back home, I could only fit in some squats.
Day 28 – My youngest was sick and the only exercise I got was carrying loads of laundry up and down our stairs.
Day 29 – Emmalynn still had high fevers off and on. I did some yoga for sanity reasons.
Day 30 – On the last day of the Juneathon, we went to a pool party today. I had hoped to finally get my swim on again, but the outer bands of Hurricane Alex foiled any pool plans. I suffered through a set of 50 squats instead.
I had hoped to have done a better job for this year’s Juneathon, but at least I tried. Unfortunately, my feeble attempts won’t score me any Vibrams. Should I play the pregnancy card? Do you think I will I gain any sympathy for my sore sciatica?
Probably not.
This past weekend, my family and I saw 
When I told the midwife I had been really good over the past two weeks, she praised me for it as she glanced over a small notation in my file and I felt a bit like Elaine from Seinfeld. “So, you’ve stayed away from the Cap’n Crunch?” That was written in my file? What other notations have been made in there? “Yes, I’ve started eating Kashi again.” And when I said it, I wondered if she wrote that down.
