First things first: As usual, for Saturday, the day started out with football. BoBo’s school was going head to head with my alma mater. I was looking forward to a good game.
It was clear however, that freshman football was not a part of many of this school’s priorities. Their stands were empty; they only had about a dozen people sitting on the home side, while we had upwards of 50 people. We proceeded to cream them 30-something to zero. I felt a little bad for them. Perhaps with a little more support they would improve.
BoBo’s team hip-hopped, in their yellow bus, all the way back to our school. Apparently, the bus driver gave a little music lesson to the boys in order to get them clapping to the beat of the music (rather than that of the bumps in the road). They were clapping to the beat as they drove into the parking lot and were met with pizza and home baked brownies and snicker-doodles. Support – That’s what I’m talking about.
After returning home, it was time for a “real” work out. Why? Because, I have not had a truly good workout in 3 weeks now. I really “needed” one. I didn’t waste any time getting it started. I just jumped right in. The chilling pain was inevitable, and I already knew that I was going to be in for a shock. I didn’t want to prolong the agony any longer than I had to.