Winter weekend workout

We got snow this weekend. Not as much as some forecasters were threatening, but enough to keep us from leaving the neighborhood on Saturday. So, as any right thinking parents would do, we took the kids sledding with the family of one of DD's school friends. One of the advantages to having children is the opportunity to do all those "kid" activities all over again. It was that fine, powdery snow that is so awesome for sledding and skiing, and not so awesome for making snowballs. The mom of DD's school buddy called us to suggest sledding behind her house, and since they are only about a quarter of a mile down the road from us, it seemed like a great idea. Do you know how long a quarter of a mile seems when you are carrying a 22 month old? I was pretty pooped by the time we reached the sledding hill. I didn't have to wait long to get my second wind, though. Needless to say, the kids loved it. DS1 couldn't get enough of it- if DH or I was not available to ride with him, he was happy to ride with any adult who would allow him to. After awhile, DS2 was getting kind of grumpy (he's still a bit too young to enjoy snowplay) so we trudged back home. That was my aerobic and lower body workout, as well as lending me some upper body strength training because of the constant carrying of one boy or the other. So, you would think that Sunday was my chance to recuperate and rest my aching self, right? Not so much. One of DD's other school friends was having a birthday party at the skating rink. Now, I haven't ice skating in at least 8 years, and DD never has. I'm proud to say that each circuit of the rink had fewer mishaps than the last. It was slow going at first, since DD didn't want to release her grip on the boards or on my hand, but we finally not into a good rhythm and felt more confident. I won't lie and say we didn't fall (we did. A lot.) I will say that only one fall resulted in any tears, and only minor bruising (well, hers is minor- when her skate hit my knee as I was helping her up, it left quite a mark.) All in all, it was quite a successful party. But, I've come to the conclusion that I am too old to act like my kids. Where's my ibuprofen?