Saturday, November 20, 2010
Some poor old dobbins are made into glue
Rapidly approaching my 45th, yes, you heard that right, birthday, I am living proof that horseplay is a lot like riding a bike. It all comes back to you as soon as you take hold of the reins.
Granted I had to fall out of line after three of four laps, bend over and pant to catch my breath, and there was a moment when I was worried I had pulled a muscle slipping on the slicker-than-snot, French- clay mud, but I'm still walking and might just go out there again, if the kids will have me.
But I'll definitely wear a more supportive bra next time. Funny, you think there's nothing there to bounce until you break into a gallop.
For a fuller, more comprehensive picture, this is what I was up to on my 42nd birthday.
Hmm. Not sure if I've matured or not.
New Momformation blog posts here and here.