What. A. Week. The frenetic pace was set due to the practices, dress rehearsal, and finally tonight and tomorrow, the Ice Show, which will be followed immediately by the Birthday Party for a certain 3-year-old turning 4. All this on the heels of a weekend trip to my hometown of El Paso, Tx., to show off The Boy to my family. Somehow, I've managed to walk three times this week (four if you count speeding from one airline gate to another with a baby, car seat, diaper bag and suitcase). This wasn't possible because of some fitness master plan for the week. Oh no, I still haven't acquired enough sleep for that, nor am I that organized. Instead, I remained excessively flexible, leaving myself several options throughout the day in which to pounce on the opportunity if a workout presented itself. To dumb this down, it means I put off a morning shower, donned sweats and my walking shoes, and hoped for the best.
My first workout option is early morning, before my hubby heads to work. This has always been my first and favorite choice, that is, until having a newborn and living off two to three hour chunks of sleep at a time. I realize, as a fit mom blogger choosing this opportunity would inspire you with a "seize the day" scenario. Ah, if only to prevail over sleeplessness and win that early morning workout. Come back and read this blog in a year. I'll be that kind of fit mom blogger. For now, sleep wins.
Second workout opportunity comes during preschool hours. I was hoping to accomplish another Moby workout. Life had other plans. That's a vague way of saying I was scrambling to get things done that should have been done long before, like buying the right color of tights the girls were required to wear for their Ice Show dress rehearsal. This is one of those silly little errands that sounds easy on paper, but with four kids and limited stores in the area that sell "flesh tone colored tights in kid sizes," it becomes a monumental task.
The third, and winning, workout opportunity came during the Ice Show practices. When I signed the girls up for skating last fall, I knew they weren't as interested in skating lessons as much as they were interested in the Ice Show. Fancy costumes, colored lights, music, adoring fans. What's not to love? Now, some $600 later (for parents, that's what's not to love) the girls have their fancy costumes and will perform to the theme of Wonder Woman, tonight and tomorrow. Aside from the major cash outlay for three daughters in an Ice Show, there's the time factor. Lots of ice time. And wouldn't you know, the weather in Minnesota has been glorious this week. So, rather than sit inside a cold ice rink I took The Boy out for a walk. I realize it's a bit unconventional for the parent not to sit around watching their child practice (this applies to every kind of lesson our kids do--think soccer, dance, martial arts, etc.). But, why do we do that? Why not seize those 30 minutes, 45 minutes, an hour, and get moving ourselves? I don't recall ever reading the rule that said I had to stay and watch the whole practice, so out I went and finally, after looking like I was ready to workout all day, managed to actually do it.
And last night at the dress rehearsal, I watched my girls perform. I am not a sap, but I cried. Like many of the little skaters, each one of my daughters took a spill. Sometimes they got turned around. One of them accidently stepped on her red cape, which caused it to come off. With every mishap, they pulled themselves together and kept going, with all the determination worthy of a Wonder Woman. Yes, there's the fancy costumes, the lights, the music, but these little Wonder Women also pulled out their confidence and perseverance, and I was so proud of them.
I guess whether you're trying to squeeze in a 30-minute walk or a grand performance, confidence you can do it and persevering until you do pays off.
An addendum since starting this post. The Boy slept his first ever six-hour stretch. With that incredible amount of sleep I was able to write this post and take a 30-minute walk. That means I've now squeezed in 4 workouts (5 with the airport run). If he does that again I will heretofore refer to my son as Wonder Boy.