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All or nothing | Last week’s workouts

If you count soothing a teething infant and successfully potty training a toddler to be exercise… I hit it out of the park last week.  And if you don’t (because you’re a reasonable person), I barely hit it out of the living room.  Which is where I spent 90% of my time.  Sitting on a floor covered with beach towels (see: potty training).

If we’re counting actual workouts, this was sort of an all or nothing kind of week.  Better than a plain old nothing week.  I guess.  

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ALL OR NOTHING | LAST WEEK’S WORKOUTS

MONDAY: Nothing.  

TUESDAY: TIU daily workout, and nap time yoga in our bathroom.  Because it’s quiet in there.  And bizarrely spacious.

Prepare yourself for a tangent.

I think I was, like, 2-3 months pregnant with Grace when we had our home inspection.  It was blazing hot and I had round-the-clock morning sickness.  We hadn’t told anyone we were expecting, so I think maybe our realtor and home inspector thought I was very emotional about the condo.  Or that I smelled something.  Or that I am a rude person.  Regardless, at one point I stopped paying attention to the air vents and window seals and circuit board things and was trying to figure out how un-okay it would be to lay down in the current homeowners’ bed… and then I thought about bed bugs… and then I almost threw up.  

When I finally got my act together, I found three grown-ups (my husband, the realtor, and the home inspector) just chilling in the master bathroom, moving freely and not, like, bumping into each other.  Or any of the fixtures.   And, having felt like I alone was the size of three grown-ups at the time, I took that as a sign that this was the right place for our family.  

And now I do yoga in there.  And occasionally take showers.

WEDNESDAY: Class with the Mama Beasts.  I hadn’t been to class in a week and definitely felt like I was sucking wind.  Is that an expression?  I think so.  We did a lot of hill running, and I found myself swearing a lot questioning whether or not I was ready for Sunday’s road race.  Regardless, it was a very good workout and one I was happy to be able to fit in, knowing I’d likely be held hostage for the next day or two by the “big girl undies” we picked up on the way home.

THURSDAY:  Nothing.  

I sort of condensed the two day potty training method into a day and a half, so Thursday was literally spent doing nothing but that (and taking care of the baby, obvi).  It was exhausting.  But kind of awesome.  Grace is so cool.

FRIDAY: Class with the Mama Beasts… this counts as more of a nothing than a something, mostly because I spent the better part of the hour opening and closing Grace’s travel potty seat, opening and closing various bottles of anti-bacterial gel, and talking about pee.  I tried to give it my all when I was actually participating, and I know it was good to get out of the house, but it was a bit of a wash.  Such is life at the moment.

SATURDAY: Nothing.  

I really look up to Colleen… even though I am taller. Apparently.

SUNDAY: Corrib Classic 5k in West Roxbury.  I loved being able to run this with so many other Mama Beasts members.  It was just last year that I was asking my sister-in-law Colleen about the group after seeing so many women running in matching shirts.  I joined the group a few weeks later and have been so grateful for the workouts and the supportive community.  I pushed Grace and Nick in the double stroller and did my best to keep up with Colleen (until that last hill… not happening).  I finished nearly 2 minutes faster than the Marine Corps Honor Run (my first post-baby/double stroller race), which seemed like a pretty awesome way to celebrate baby Nick being six months old.  It was definitely an “all” day.

This week I’m aiming for more consistency.  And less rambling about home inspections and potting training.  Who’s with me?

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Raining + training | Last week’s workouts

The sun has finally returned, so I decided to be a pleasant, semi-normal person again.  I figured I’d do the things pleasant, semi-normal people do.  For example, share.  Let’s start with last week’s workouts (and who knows, maybe I’ll work up to sharing something you actually want.  Or need.  Or like. #nopromises).

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Raining + training | Last week’s workouts

Monday: Class with the Mama Beasts – I’ve had to give myself some serious Monday morning pep talks the past few weeks.  The gloomy weather hasn’t helped.  I’m glad we made it to all three classes this week, though… mostly because the alternative was being cooped up in the house.  Where there is chocolate.  And no other adults between 8 AM – 6 PM.

Tuesday: Tone it Up workout + 2.5 mile loop around the Sugar Bowl and Castle Island

Wednesday: Class

Thursday: 3 mile walk in varying degrees of rain (sprinkling… drizzling… full on raining… and down pouring) to the post office (where we got to chat with a nun from the neighborhood, so that was a bonus) and the library (which was closed… and I am a dingbat for not checking the schedule ahead of time) and to the store for Zantac (the glamour of my GI-challenged life never ceases to amaze).  And some much needed yoga.

Friday: Class (it seemed like an especially tough one), lots of stretching and foam rolling.

Saturday: Marine Corps Honor Run 5k and a 1.5 mile walk – I feel like kind of a boob saying this, but I’m pretty proud of how it went.  Running with the double stroller is no joke.  But Grace and baby Nick provide a good distraction.  And there’s room for snacks in the handlebar pouch thing, so… there are definite advantages.  I checked with our pediatrician first (obvi), but with its flat course and my current turtle pace, this race provided the perfect opportunity to run with both babes.  I’ve run the Marine Corps Honor Run before and it’s always a pretty moving event.  It’s an honor to be able to run it, for sure.

Sunday: Rest day

Despite all the rain, this felt like my strongest week of workouts in ages.  

I’m slowly emerging from that postpartum fog (mostly I’ve come to accept that I will live like some sort of medieval peasant, getting 4 hours of sleep at night and subsisting solely on Grace’s table scraps until a miraculous 10 free minutes appear and I manage to consume the equivalent of breakfast, lunch, lunch 2, lunch 3 and dinner all at one).  

And I’m so appreciative of this body I have.  That matters as much (likely more) than any workout I finish.

On that cheeseball note,  let’s go (responsibly) enjoy some sunshine.

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What are you feeling proud of this week?