Soreness and Stuff....

Monday evening, I was here...

Yep, it's "Ultimate Martial Arts" -- in the outlet mall here in town. I was there not for Taekwondo, but for cardio kickboxing. Almost two years ago, my good friend Abby and I started doing kickboxing several mornings a week. Abby eventually started working at "Curves," and so, she decided not to come to early morning kickboxing anymore.

Well, I kept going with it -- that is until I got pregnant with Luke.

Luke's nearly six months old now, and so, with new year, I decided it was definitely past time for me to be going again. I'm not going to the morning class, however, because Marc runs in the morning. Therefore, I'm home with Luke (we're both in bed when Marc's running, though). So, I will be going Mondays and Thursdays, in the evening.

It's an extremely difficult class --especially this week since I've gotten SO VERY OUT OF SHAPE! Oh my -- a pregnancy combined with not exercising will do that to you.

I thought for sure that, on Tuesday, I'd be sore, sore, and more sore. Nope, I was wrong. Tuesday was fine. Today (Wednesday), however, was another story.

It'll get better. I need the exercise. Did I mention that one of my goals for 2009 is to complete a marathon (yep, the entire 26.2 miles). Marc, Luke, and I are planning on going to Washington, D.C. in late October for Marc and me to run the "Marine Corps" Marathon. My parents are planning to go along. They will watch Luke while we run. Keep me in your prayers. I'm a little nervous about it.

So, in addition to kickboxing, I will be doing some running.

And, speaking of taekwondo, Marc has had me recently sew some patches on his uniform -- not just one, but two. Here they are.

Now, many of you are probably thinking, "Why is Sarah showing these patches?" Well, the answer is one my mother can appreciate.

I DO NOT SEW AT ALL! That's the answer.

Anything "homey" or "crafty" is just not me. My mother tried to work with me on sewing, but I really wasn't interested.

Sure, I can figure the Cost of Goods Sold for a Dairy Queen. I can work in the big bad corporate world for 10 years. I developed a non-fear of standing up to Dairy Queen owners when they challenge me. I've traveled to many big cities by myself and done just fine -- without fear.

BUT, SEWING is another story. It's just not a gift God chose to give me.

So, sewing those patches is something I must show off. I still have one more uniform to go with two more patches.