Monday, February 13, 2012

Having a Fit Mom: What it's like for kids from Birth to 3-Years-Old

A post from The Boy:

My mom says when you grow up in a fit family you have the advantage of never having to start exercising. Apparently getting started on the path to a fit life is the hardest part. Kids in fit families just don't know any different.

Here I am working out with mom. Before I was born she would smuggle me into the fitness center.

This still goes down as our hardest workout together. What started as an easy walk around the maternity floor--throwing in some lunges and squats--became more difficult as the night went on. It left us both exhausted and crying. The exercise-induced endorphins were awesome though.

I don't exactly remember any workouts those first few months. Maybe I slept through most of them. Maybe the dog wouldn't let me out of her sight.

Early on I couldn't go to the gym because I was too little. Then mom was too sleep deprived to remember to make an appointment in the infant room. So I hung out with dad.

Tethered together like this, we got in lots of walking workouts. We were also the family's cheer team that first summer, watching as they competed and crossed finish lines. We were patient (as mastitis can make necessary). Our turn would come.

Life changed when we got our Bob Revolution Stroller. Whether running sprints to the post office (hurry, before the bus!) or a leisurely jog through the arboretum, mom's been a reliable training partner.

As I grew and got stronger, she got stronger. At every opportunity, I was the workout.

The following summer, after all that training mom got back to crossing finish lines. I cheered her on.

Then, like a baby bird I got tossed out of the nest. I wasn't sure I could fly.

We experimented with snowshoes that winter. Awesome. 
Mom says finding opportunities to workout with kids is also an exercise in creativity and persistence.

And like we do whenever the weather allows, we "play out" a lot. If you're ever at a park never allow your mom or dad to sit on a bench and watch. Make them move, too. 

That fall they threw me out of the nest again. I'm definitely growing up active, but racing is for the birds.

We still go to the fitness center together a lot. I have my workouts and mom has hers. Mom doesn't need to smuggle me in or make an appointment any more, she just has to remember to carry more stuff in her gym bag. I'm old enough now to know better not to sabotage her workout with a dirty diaper. I've learned the day will go better for me if I let her workout... She's a nice mom and all, just nicer after the workout.

Now that I'm three, my fitness world is expanding: swimming lessons, soccer, riding my bike. So much to do. Mom still makes a pretty good training partner. She says she always will.

[Read more about balancing fitness and motherhood and raising a fit family at my website,]


Amber S said...

Happy Birthday, Blake! Great post!

HappyKnits said...

Oh my gosh, I loved this! Good job :)

Kara said...

Thanks gals. I can't believe my baby is three. No more babies!

mamacat said...

Nice one.

Happy B-Day little man in the athlete suit. I'm in denial that he is already three. Did you skip two?

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