I’ve always hated to exercise. I can garden all day or walk for miles or clean up a kitchen, but don’t ask me to go to a gym! I’ve joined running groups just to have company in my misery. I’ve joined gyms hoping the expense would be a catalyst, but the relief of not going is wonderful. Just the smell of a gym makes me want to scream, “Get me outta here!” I can trace all this back to my high school gym teachers. There was trauma there for sure!
I always enjoyed putting Ruth, my mom-in-law, in the strip. (Her second name was Carrie.) I tried to get a good likeness and used photographs until I could draw her fairly well. She was my right and left hand when the kids were small. I was so lucky to have had her in my life.
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On one hand, this story was running at the worst time possible. On the other hand, teachers in Edmonton were using it to teach young children about the dangers of playing in the local creeks—so dangerous in springtime.
Lynn’s Comments:
I’ve always hated to exercise. I can garden all day or walk for miles or clean up a kitchen, but don’t ask me to go to a gym! I’ve joined running groups just to have company in my misery. I’ve joined gyms hoping the expense would be a catalyst, but the relief of not going is wonderful. Just the smell of a gym makes me want to scream, “Get me outta here!” I can trace all this back to my high school gym teachers. There was trauma there for sure!