My workouts are important to me. Very important. Maybe, too important?
Naw. That's just crazy talk. :)
With the (wonderful) addition of Alice, I am finding it harder and harder to find the time to workout.
I can't do it in the early AM (before Mike leaves for work) since Alice is kind of unpredictable when she feeds then. Running on empty, so to speak, is far preferable (and less painful) to um, full. I refuse to wake her at 5am so I can run. That would make me a full fledged jerk-mom.
I hate night workouts. Leaving something to the end of the day generally means it doesn't get done. Unless that something means watching "The Hills" or eating peanut butter and brown sugar (my grossest most favorite after dinner snack.)
Ella decided she hates the gym now. Alice is fine with it. She sleeps or chills. E? Fights me the whole time. She used to love it. Please, please let's get back there ASAP. Mommy needs her gym time.
Today? I biked on the trainer in the basement while Alice watched me from her bouncy chair and E enjoyed "quiet time" while watching Cinderella II (yes, there is a sequel - I thought Cinderella I pretty much covered it, but I guess I was wrong.)
What is working for working out is just getting in what I can get in when I can get it in.
I can't afford to be picky. I really don't love running hills with the double jogger, but I will. And do.
I just hope I can get enough long runs in to be ready for the Atlanta Half in a few short weeks....looking 50/50 now.