I Thought I'd Be Sore

So I've been trying to get in shape.  Not for anything in particular.  Just for me.  And the rest fo the family has been great at supporting me.  So I signed up kickboxing.  And the kiddo's karate studio.  It's only on Saturday mornings.  I'm grateful for that.  But at first I wasn't sure I could do it.  I signed my contract and the teacher let me come to one class before my contract started.  I could barely stand up the next day.  And I could hardly breathe.  It was almost like I had walking pneumonia again. LOL!  And then we all got sick after I babysat some kids, so I missed 3 weeks.  But last week I went and was a little sore.  I mean, nothing big.  Sore like when you move sore.  And then I went yesterday.  And today, I woke up feeling great.  Not sore at all.  And no pneumonia like cough.  It's great.  I think I can do this.  Plus, every other week, I have to take the kid with me.  Not that he's not good.  But there is no one to watch him.  Especially when I have to concentrate so hard to remember all the steps.  But he did great.  Although I'm not sure he was entirely awake.  But I made him some oatmeal, hot chocolate and got his pandora station going on my phone.  And he sat there for the whole hour.  Ate breakfast and drank his hot chocolate, and sat there listening to music.  And then when dad came home, he told him how well I did.  It was fun.  I may love this afterall.