When I was a young, married, yuppie sans child, I always found the time for a good workout. EVERY DAY. Religiously. And on weekends when I had the entire day to myself, I would sometimes spend two hours sweating, crunching, stretching, and breathing my way into my skinny jeans and tiny skirts. Life was good. When I became pregnant with Jake in 2010, I continued my workouts, albeit a little less intense, I still managed to run between 4 and 5 miles every other day, and fit in power walks in between. Again, time was on my side here; I was only responsible for myself!
And then I had Jake. Workouts continued on a daily basis, but I had to fit them in whenever I could get a spare 30 minutes! So long hour-long sweat fests. Sayonara two-hour weekend running adventures at Walnut Hill Park in New Britain. I learned to cram my workout into my already crammed day. I even (by the grace of God) managed to train for two half marathons post-Jake. That took the scheduling of the President’s social secretary, let me tell you.
Our fellow blogger, Sarah, posted about how she loves setting a wonderfully healthy example for her daughters by exercising regularly, and I could not agree more. And to any mom who works out regularly, just getting that workout in is an accomplishment in and of itself. Seriously! Mom Sweat is the best sweat there is, so even if you just make it out the door and down two blocks before you check your watch and realize you have to tend to a Mom responsibility, at least you got yourself out of the door and got your heart rate up. Take it and RUN WITH IT!