What is May Day?

While perusing the internet earlier today, I saw a headline about May Day.  I’ll admit, I didn’t click on it, but as I sat down realizing it had been a couple of months since I’d blogged (I know, bad me) I realized what a way to start things up again by learning something new.  So here goes.

The Definition

According to Google, May Day is “May 1, celebrated in many countries as a traditional springtime festival or as an international day celebrating workers”.


Where you live, did you have any festivals?  As a person living in a somewhat urban society, we seldom have festivals in the middle of the week. Tuesday’s just aren’t a happening day of the week.

As for an international day celebrating workers?  Well, last week was administrative professional’s day and not 1 of my 3 bosses acknowledged that day.  Almost makes me want to poor on bosses day extra thick this year, to make them feel bad for completely neglecting me and my cohorts.

It’s Still May 1st

And I’m psyched.  Hopefully this finally means that spring is here where I live in Northeast Ohio (it has decided to stay cold for way too long).  With Spring comes the MetroParks “Spree For All” which I was unable to accomplish last year due to my plantar’s fasciitis.  I am going to get it done this year.

In late March my family went to Washington DC for our Spring Break.  We were hoping to see the cherry blossoms but we were there 1.5 weeks too early.  But as luck would have it, we have cherry blossoms here and they are presently in bloom!  Tonight my daughter and I went and checked out part of the canal areas downtown where they are planted and we hope to see more tomorrow closer to the minor league ballpark located in the heart of the city. I was happy to walk for what felt like a mile, but I really don’t have any idea.  The entire way to downtown was uphill – a 5% incline and I felt it.  Obviously going back was smooth sailing as it was all downhill.

Realized how out of shape I am – have to do better!  I’m going to kiss my extra weight goodbye, even if it kills me.

It won’t really kill me, right?


This incredible photo I found at Born to Workout


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