Wednesday, January 16, 2013
So I'm not doing a ton of exercise.
I am trying for a 30 minute brisk walk every work evening (M-Th) and at least one day on the weekend and doing a few minute strength workout from the Gorilla app every day.
Monday evening, when the bigger boys finally fell asleep, the baby just kept fussing. I gave up on getting him to sleep, bundled him up and tied him on my back for my walk. Yes, I walked more slowly and could not jog at all (I usually try to run 1 minute increments at least a couple of times during the walk), but then again I was an extra 30 lbs heavier so the workout was probably equivalent.
Yesterday, when I asked DH to walk with me he refused because of the rain. Well, as it was I wasn't going to get a full 30 minutes anyway because I was in the middle of a fast-paced deal that I needed to be responsive on, so I opened a 16 minute cardio video instead. 10 minutes in, the baby started to cry. I hoped he'd fall back asleep. He didn't. I dashed up the stairs to get him and tried to complete the workout with him in my arms. Needless to say, my form was way, way off.
This morning I started doing my alternate heel touches (a form of crunch) when my 2 year old stomped into the room in my good work shoes announcing: "I am a monster! Look at my shoes!" and tried to stomp on my belly. I convinced him to try exercise with me instead, and went back to it. Then, halfway through my first set of bird dogs, the baby wandered in and crowed with delight to find me on the floor with him. He crouched down in front of me twisting his head upside down to make eye contact with me from below, balancing himself on my shoulder. (Did I mention that my balance isn't great on my own?) I somehow finished that set. On the next set, he first tried to do it too. His attempt involved standing on his hands and toes right in front of me and kicking me in the face. When he got tired of that, he tried to climb onto my back.
During the third set, I heard blood curling screams from the hallway and ran out only to see the 5 and 6 year olds tugging on the same toy -- right at the head of the stairs. I averted that crisis and went back to finish my last set of crunches. My 2 year old, who had been trying to follow along with me, sat up and observed that "Essercising is hard!"
Yes, yes it is.