Doing handstands in the park! (Ignore my horrible form, please) #FitnessGlo #Results
My First Official Colorado Workout didn’t go so well. Last week I tried running a couple of miles and felt like my lungs were popping bubblewrap. I was breathing so heavy that 900 numbers were threatening to sue me for copyright infringement. Mile High City paging Charlotte: Reality check! The altitude combined with no gym and no childcare means no formal workouts like I’m used to but once I let go of any fitness expectations – at least for now, during this transition period (we’re still in a hotel) – things got better fast.
First up, we’ve done several gorgeous hikes. We all love hiking and even carrying one of my kids, it still doesn’t make me feel like I’m dying. Plus walking is a great way to learn all about a new place so we’ve done a few walking tours of various Denver area hotspots (including the impromptu kayak show I wrote about earlier). I’ve also been doing a lot of “park workouts” meaning that I chase my kids up, down and around the equipment and work in some push-ups, squats and pull-ups (lie: pull-up, singular) while they build sand castles or poke each other in the eye with sticks (you’d be amazed what passes for “fun” with my kids).
Him: “Help Mom, I’ve been kidnapped by a giant!” Me: “Now you can’t run away! This is brilliant! Where are the giants when I need them??”
A beautiful thing happened today.
But of course, a whole bunch of ugly precluded it. (That’s basically a law of the universe, right after the one that says if there is only one other person in the gym locker room then it’s guaranteed their locker will be the one adjacent to yours, forcing you both to either have a naked meet-n-greet or do that awkward dance where you decide whether you’d rather show a stranger your tush or your tatas.)
This morning I awoke to the dulcet sounds of my darling children… screaming bloody murder and pummeling each other for a reason that none of them could remember after I broke up the brawl. (Clearly it was very important.) This is the absolute worst way to wake up. I’d rather be drop-kicked out of a deep sleep by cats in heat because at least you can yell at them without having massive guilt. And considering that today was Day SEVEN of the Longest Spring Break Ever (during which my husband is out of town), it didn’t bode well for the rest of the day.