Fortunately for my sad tootsies, I have other options that involve fun, energizing, physical activity and don't involve weight lifting an 11 kg-9 month old. I play softball twice a week and walk and, on very special occasions like today, I make bread.
I love making bread. It smells amazing. It's a patience builder. It tastes fantastic and it's special because it takes so long. Today I made bagels (Fig. 1). First time for bagels, and they weren't hard. And they taste great. It's good to have a vent for frustrations too (see young person, gets into everything)! And pounding dough sure does it.
But bread is an effort, so I'm glad I've got softball. When I volunteered, I did so with trepidation. I was never great at sports whilst younger, perhaps because I had no balance for awhile, perhaps because I was afraid of the ball. But I like ball. Makes me think of home. It's quite different to just being a token Jays (or Tigers! but only if my grandparents aren't looking) fan. And I'm very glad I'm playing even though I feel stupid most of the time as my brain is tired (see young person, sleep regression) and, quite honestly, I don't have a natural sports brain.
Even though I feel worn out and great after these activities, I sure would like to go dancing. Those red shoes need to spin...