Diary of a Girl Just Trying to Survive Workouts with Her Husband: Day 2

Today was not what I expected. I was sure that every movement would be painful, and was a little worried about how I was going to lift my 30 lb "baby" all day today, or push a double stroller with 70 lbs of kid in it to the school.  I'm definitely sore, but not as bad as I usually am when I step into working out after a long break. Not sure why, but I'm rolling with it.

I surprised myself by downloading an ap recommended by one of my mom friends. It's called 30 Day Fitness Challenge, and it has a whole bunch of workouts at varying fitness levels. Rumor has it that soreness is actually worse 2 days after your workout, but that moving more can reduce it. I've also been told that the more we work out, the better we will feel while we work out. I'm skeptical, but gave it a try anyway.

I set L in his highchair with a bowl of yogurt and knocked out a quick workout in the playroom while he ate. Don't be too impressed, it took less than 5 minutes. I was feeling pretty good about my decisions, until I walked back into the kitchen to check on that sweet baby. He had finished his yogurt, was wearing the bowl as a hat and had yogurt EVERYWHERE. 

Turns out that 5 minutes is too long to leave him unattended, even if he's strapped in his high chair. Lesson learned.

Seeing as a good ol' wipe-down in the sink was not going to take care of the greek yogurt hair situation we had going on, we did bath time a little earlier than planned today.  At least he's cute.

Diary of a Girl Just Trying to Survive Workouts with Her Husband

Day 1 (and maybe the last day):

Today my friend Abby, who is a personal trainer, came over to whip Alex and me into shape. My sweet husband thought it would be a good idea to do this regularly together.  You know, endorphins, bonding, getting fit, the whole 9. Admittedly I played no part in setting it all up.  I don't hate working out, but I've never been one to seek it out.

Day 1 was brutal. I have never really worked out regularly. Like, ever. Every few years I get an itch to make fitness a regular part of my life, but it usually only lasts a month or so. In all seriousness, it's been over a year since I did anything I could call a workout.

Today kicked my butt. I'm not in pain yet, but my arms and legs have that jelly-like feeling warning me that tomorrow it's going to hurt to lift my water glass or sit on the toilet. I'm just thankful that I won't have to navigate stairs in the next couple of days.

My workout victory was that after finishing our workout I really wanted to take a quick jog around the block to as a finale to the evening. It turns out that my brain was just a bit optimistic about my actual fitness ability, so a quick jog to the end of the street and back was all I could actually muster up physically. I still call it a win.

Post workout snacks were pretty typical to Alex and my relationship. I had a giant chocolate milkshake, and he had strawberries with whipped cream. It's possible that one of us is taking this whole thing more seriously.

Abby came to our house, which makes it pretty hard for me to make excuses to get out of it. I literally just have to lace up my shoes, walk outside, and do what she tells me to. That's probably exactly what I need to make this more of a habit and less just one of those things on my list of things I should be doing. The less effort, thought and planning that I need to put into the pre-workout timeframe, the better.

All that said, I'm glad to take the first step and I'm optimistic that this setup will work out for the long term. My goals are to be a little more toned, to have more energy, and to be able to endlessly chase the #tinywagners around.

We're not scheduled for another session until next week, but I'll update with the state of my aching muscles and whether or not we actually do the workout we planned to do between sessions.