Hey! It’s been a while. I’ve been doing ten million things and what not – mom life and adult life. But I finally carved some time for you all! This blog post is about my workout journey… or attempts? I’m not sure what to call it to be honest. Let’s call it, “I do what my really fit and strong husband tells me to do and try to not cry”. That seems FITting. Get it?
A month or two ago my husband brought home some weights and he said they were for me. Not flowers, not some Oreo blizzards, not a stack of clean and folded clothes, but some weights! Oh, be still my heart! The weights sat there for a few weeks, not touched by anyone. Then football season ended and one night at 9 p.m. he asked me if I wanted to work out. Well, DUH! Of course I want to work out! I just made dinner, cleaned the house that is now dirty again, folded laundry, got both kids ready for and asleep in bed, and I just sat on the couch. Yes, sir! Let me put a pep in my step, get my tennis shoes on and go do a workout in the cold! Can’t wait.
Don’t get me wrong, I like my yoga with babies crawling under me and if I had the opportunity I would cycle all day, but I’ve never really lifted weights. Yes, yes, lifting weights is the way if you want to get toned and blah blah. But it’s kinda scary. I’ve also never been that person that is obsessed with working out. I mean, I average almost 2 miles everyday teaching and then I keep up with two kids… shouldn’t that be enough? And of course, where do I find the time?!
We get outside and he’s even bought a rubber mat for me to drop the weights on. That was smart. I’m sure I’ll be dropping something. Either the weights or my body when it collapses.
Let me give you a little info, 411 about my husband. He’s pretty fit. I can’t say too much because his head will get too huge and explode, but he can lift A LOT. He has a lot of stamina too. Somehow we need to harness this “athlete stamina” to the “not falling asleep while watching the kids stamina”. When he competes with his little “crossfit workout buddies”, he usually beats them. (I guess they compete, you know men.) I mean that’s what he tells me… he’s my Hercules! How did I get so lucky?! (Make sure to say that in an obsessed fan girl voice). He’s a professional coach too! It’s about time I get some of the amazing Coach Soto, high school Hall of Famer, training in my life.
There I am, outside in the cold at 9 p.m. on a Tuesday school night. I can hold Ezra, the brick of a baby, all while cooking dinner and then some, but putting that bar over my head was a challenge. But I did it! Yay! Then he wanted to add some more weight. Whoa! Slow down. I know I’m a beast for lifting the bar above my head and all, but I don’t want to get too shredded in one night! Jeez!
In conclusion, I now do what I call mom crossfit at 9 o’clock at night, outside. My goal has been to workout at least 3 days a week. So far I’ve been able to achieve my goal each week, but I’m trying to not be too hard on myself when I don’t. I have kids and a full time job so that’s a good enough reason if I can’t. I’m trying and that’s a win!
So if you drive by my house at night, you will see my husband watching and motivating me while I pick things up and put them down. Yep! It’s so motivating when he yells at me in his coaching voice to squat lower and fix my form. It’s just such amazing quality time. Who would rather be inside eating ice cream, watching Netflix and relaxing after a crazy day? Not me. Not me….
Here’s a picture of our amazing home gym. I know, it’s state-of-the-art.