Thursday, January 15, 2015

I work out for my cheese

I was really hopeful that Jean and I would have a better day...but then I stepped on his finger at breakfast (thats what happens when one lays in the middle of the kitchen) so I just added fuel to the hate-allie-fire. He held up his [perfectly fine] finger and yelled "Allie pied!!! Allie pied!!!" (Allie's foot) for all the world to hear.  And just incase they didn't get it, he brought his mom over to me and pointed at my foot. Good lord.
This morning I went for a run with Laetitia's friend- Fanny. Fanny is trying to lose weight and get in shape so she wanted to start running but didn't know how and doesn't want to go alone...enter: Coach Allie. It was actually a lot of fun, I did some walk/run intervals with her and managed to coach the whole thing in French (not really another option as she doesn't speak any English).
After picking the kiddos up from school we went for a walk on the beach:
I'd love to tell you what this cool fort-thing is...but I asked and didn't understand the answer...and I was too embarrassed to ask again...so you'll just have to live in wonder like me

After tucking everyone in, the personal trainer came and we all (Laetitia, Christophe and 4 friends) worked out.  When the trainer left everyone sat around drinking tea and eating chocolate.  I love France.

Also, if you think it's crazy to work out twice in one day...you may also think it's crazy to have a plate full of cheese...after every meal throughout said day.  I don't think either thing is the slightest bit crazy.

PS- I have never had so many interactions as I do in a single day with this family. Morning: PTA Christmas decorations clean up at the school. Lunch: Sister and Sister-in-law come over to join us. Walk on Beach: Grandma joins. Grandma leaves and Grandpa comes. Workout: 4 friends and a personal trainer come over. Whew! 

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