Some days it's just harder than others to workout. Although I had to force myself out the door, once I started my workout, I realized this was not one of those days in which minutes seemed like hours. I did 40 minutes of cardio and 30 minutes of weights. (The 40 minute workouts seem to leave me with less pain afterward; 60 minutes of cardio seemed to take me days to recuperate from). Listening to Sousa marches and the theme from The Magnificent Seven always spurs me on! Someday I know I'm going to slip up and start singing loudly, but at a gym where guys take out their teeth, you think someone will notice?
The funeral on Saturday was lovely, held in the church in which Richard and I were married and where Lowie (Harry's sister) and Ken were married. We saw many of Harry's friends, his children, and Lowie and Ken's children and grand babies. We were sure to leave all the babies in the cars (not alone) while we were at the cemetery as it was only about 22° and very windy. After Harry was laid to rest, my brothers, cousins and I decided to drive 'around the corner' from Harry's gravesite to 'visit' my father. The snow was too deep for us to get close to his grave so we all stood in the street hugging and crying in a big huddle. Then we started to laugh -- what, Harry's death wasn't sad enough; we had to go find someone else to mourn??? We hadn't realized that all the other cars from the funeral had decided to follow us thinking, I guess, that we were leaving this huge cemetery. My husband (sitting with Ariana) got out of the car and showed us maybe 30 cars just sitting there. Do you know no one honked their horn - not even once.
At the lunch, the six little ones ran around, holding each others' hands, dancing and diverting our sadness. Ariana (now 2½) went from table to table saying, "My name's Ariana, what's yours?" Her mother looked at me and asked, "When was she elected mayor?" It was a warming send-off.
