What I learned today was that working out is fun when you're not doing the working out. I was Baby Bjorned onto Hot Mama as she did a four-mile hike with Gram. Let me tell you that she worked hard. Up and down the mountain she went, one foot after the other, hard breathing leading into panting leading into a solid sweat. She worked herself down to the nub, especially with a ten pound weight strapped to her. I got tired just being near her.
And I'm sure my chronic gas didn't help her out.
Or did it?
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