Last night I was lying in bed with Chowder curled up next to me, and suddenly I rolled over and woke to this sharp sharp pain in my arms. What on earth is happening?! In a half awake state, I thought maybe the cat had bit me, or possibly someone was in our house, robbing us, taking my child, and stabbing my arm
Well, a mother worries.
Turns out, I am just extraordinarily out of shape, and the 45 minute yoga class I had taken that morning was making itself known.
You know, when you become a mommy, you realize what it means to live an active life. I have never considered myself really out of shape, especially since Violet was born. If I'm not literally carrying all 30+ lbs. of her around like a pack mule, I am constantly running after her, or pushing her in the stroller... bending down, standing up, lifting up, lifting down, etc.....
But, here's the thing: it is not a complete self that I have been exercising. It is the mommy-self, with the mommy muscles, and the mommy endurance, which isn't nothing... but all of my other muscles; my body in its complete form; as well as my mind, have been feeling a bit neglected lately.
We all know how important exercise is, but I am realizing that the key to feeling better is actually taking the time to exercise in a way that is 1) intentional, and 2) enjoyable. It's giving myself the gift of a true full body workout that has nothing to do with errands that need running, or being a mommy; Not allowing myself to be satisfied with two weekly turtle-paced walks to the library with Violet in hand.
In short, Tyler, Violet, and I are joining a gym. This is big news for us. It was a more complex decision than one might initially think--
Well, a mother worries.
Turns out, I am just extraordinarily out of shape, and the 45 minute yoga class I had taken that morning was making itself known.
It was pretty shocking for me to feel so incredibly butt-kicked after one Sunday morning yoga class. There was a time when I was doing yoga 5 days a week. When I was younger I was a competitive gymnast, and swimmer. A dancer, too.
So, how on earth did this happen?
You know, when you become a mommy, you realize what it means to live an active life. I have never considered myself really out of shape, especially since Violet was born. If I'm not literally carrying all 30+ lbs. of her around like a pack mule, I am constantly running after her, or pushing her in the stroller... bending down, standing up, lifting up, lifting down, etc.....
But, here's the thing: it is not a complete self that I have been exercising. It is the mommy-self, with the mommy muscles, and the mommy endurance, which isn't nothing... but all of my other muscles; my body in its complete form; as well as my mind, have been feeling a bit neglected lately.
We all know how important exercise is, but I am realizing that the key to feeling better is actually taking the time to exercise in a way that is 1) intentional, and 2) enjoyable. It's giving myself the gift of a true full body workout that has nothing to do with errands that need running, or being a mommy; Not allowing myself to be satisfied with two weekly turtle-paced walks to the library with Violet in hand.
In short, Tyler, Violet, and I are joining a gym. This is big news for us. It was a more complex decision than one might initially think--
Our goal was to find one with:
1) childcare
2) yoga and step classes (for me :)
3) a pool
And, (here's the tricky part) it had to be affordable. Like, REALLy affordable.
Also, scrupulously clean-- or at least appear that way. I have a bit of a phobia of dirty gyms.
We went on a bit of a gym hunt, and this is the gem-of-a-gym that we found. It's a YMCA in Shoreline. A little farther away than we had hoped for, but really only a 25 minute drive if we go in the middle of the day or weekends (which is what we're planning on).
I think it's going to be really good for all of us. Physically, mentally, a few steps in the right direction. Also, they offer tons of classes for kids as Violet gets older-- swimming, dance, soccer.... all very fun.
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