Not my best workout week, frankly. Between R, S, and I getting the stomach flu over Tuesday night/Wednesday of last week, the snow on Thursday that had the kids' schools cancelled, and then my getting whatever this is Monday night, I missed workouts last Wednesday, Thursday, and yesterday. Boo! I also missed my workout today, but I'm honestly in no shape to workout. So I'm carrying the laundry upstairs no more than five items at a time. That way I'm having to go up and down the stairs. Kinda weird, I know, but it makes me feel better than just lying around on the couch again all day.
Last Thursday, I took the kids to Monkey Joe's which is this huge play warehouse that requires lots of physical activity. Unfortunately, it's kids only, so I walked all around whichever bouncy house the kids were on while they played for a couple hours. Then we came home and I shoveled our driveway and most of our neighbor's driveway. So those days weren't a total loss.
And, Saturday night was girls night out and we went to dinner and then dancing. And I got an awesome 2+ hours of shakin' my groove thing then. It's so true: when you are doing something you love, it's not like working out at all. Wish the same could be said for my laundry workout plan. That totally seems like work.