Last night was the last dryland training session of the season so E. wanted to end it by doing fun stuff which makes me nervous because anytime she had us doing ‘fun’ stuff on ice it always ended up being stuff I couldn’t do or relays.
But it turned out to be super fun. We did relays where we had to crab walk (great for the arms), bear walk (I can’t bear to even think of how I looked butt end in the air), run backwards (weirdly, I’m getting much better at this) and as the final coup de grâce, a relay where we had to start off with a somersault then get up and run.
Speed Skating Son and Hockey Playing Son were team captains and guess who they didn’t choose for their team until the very end.
*crickets*
When I was laughing about it in the van on the way home and was all “Dudes, you totally left me hanging out there.” Speed Skating Son responded with, “Well we wanted to win, that’s why I picked E,” to which I countered with, “Then you can go to E. to get your allowance next month.”
At the very end of the night, E. took pity on our team because we were saddled with the two moms but alas, even E.’s speedy feet couldn’t save us. It didn’t matter though because those last 20 minutes of dryland training were the best of my day with me almost peeing myself laughing. Although, after childbirth this is not a difficult thing.
The thing is I laugh a lot. A. LOT. I laugh at silly videos, I laugh at movies–especially ones with Will Farrel–I laugh with my kids.
I laugh when I’m nervous, or scared, sometimes even when I’m sad–it’s the one that starts out as a laugh but then turns into a hysterical sob as you slowly slide down the wall until you’re a huddled mass on the floor–I like to call that one the ‘Chick Flick Laugh.’
I laugh when I do something stupid, I laugh with friends. My really good friends? Those ones I can laugh at when they do something stupid too. I surround myself with people who laugh and who can make me laugh, Hockey Playing Husband being number one on that list. I’m also self-entertaining, which is a must-have ability when you work from home alone. Some of you have received my emails that are a part of my self-entertainment program. Also, need I mention YouTube? The same rule about Will Farrel also applies here.
I think when we grow up and become adults, we lose this–this ability to laugh and let loose–and yet, it’s so important. Laughter keeps us young, it relaxes us and it can even help boost our immune systems. Not to mention it releases endorphins that make us feel good which means it’s basically wine without the calories.
There’s most definitely serious aspects to life but it doesn’t need to be all serious. Even in serious situations, humour and laughter can be welcome. What I’m trying to say is, I think we need to laugh more. We need to see the silliness in life.
And every once in awhile we need to do somersaults in a field with a bunch of kids and for one fleeting second, laugh our butts off and feel like a kid again ourselves.
Being hormonal I cry, I cry pretty much about everything, and well the bladder, it is useless after having 3 kids.
I can’t imagine what I would have done in life without my husband – I wasn’t a very big laugher until I met him. It’s one of the greatest gifts in my life. Laughing is just good for the soul. Thanks for reminding us.
Love this post. Thing that thrills me most is my kids have a great sense of humour.
And I definitely agree about the serious situations. (We’re disaster/crisis jokers…) I’ve found in the worst situations humour is a saving grace. ; )
You have an amazing ability to make all of us laugh right along with you
I’m thankful to be married to a man who laughs with me, or at me, regardless he makes me laugh, and sometimes I need that when uber-intense me takes over.
Music and laughter are the best remedies for me. Oh, and food. I can just YouTube a video from Little Britain, In Living Colour, certain SNL skits and of course Will Farrell too. I’ll just laugh my ass off… and feel better.
Wouldn’t survive without my sense of humour … and my friends!
One of my best laughter memories was at my Grandmother’s funeral.
We were all gathered graveside when a family member pointed out that my Grandmother was laid to rest very close to a deceased uncle, “B.” B was averse to bathing, quite stinky, and of whom my Grandmother was not very fond.
“Oh, no. OH SHIT!” My aunt mumbled.
“What? WHAT?” Those around her asked, frantic something was very wrong.
“They buried her down wind of B.”
Sometimes it’s the laughter that gets you through the pain, physical or otherwise.