Well, I survived Christmas.
The best part was seeing my nephew. He’s 19 months old, and a big part of my fitness motivation. Basically, I don’t want him to know his fat uncle. Moreover, I’d like him to have a close relative (outside his mom and dad, who are cool) who doesn’t constantly model bad and often reprehensible behaviors.
The second-best part was playing golf, and I like golf less than I enjoyed Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot. It was on a plane, before smartphones, so I was a relatively captive audience, although my parents found a way out. At some point I got nudged in the ribs, and when I looked over, I found that they were distracting themselves by making out. Spending time with my brother (who does enjoy golfing) was good, although I wouldn’t have minded less to no of the golf bit.
But back to the nephew. At 19 months, his talking is developing rapidly. His vocabulary is a lot better than even at Thanksgiving. And he can even count… sort of. See, in his world, the numbers go 3, 4, 7, 8.
The wisdom of babes!
From here on out, I’m going to use my nephew’s counting scheme to count burpees.
I’m absolutely positive the trainers who teach the classes at my gym will see that my nephew’s numbers are far greater than their own and accept it.