Adam and I are out of shape,
Adam and I are going to Maui this spring,
Adam and I want to look good in our swimsuits, and feel confident by the pool, so…
Adam and I are waking up at 6 a.m. to work-out together in our kitchen.
(That’s right, kitchen, because there is no other room in our house big enough to accommodate us both)
We can usually get through the first half of our work-out in peace before any munchkins join in, but that wasn’t the case today.
Working out with my husband has been truly enjoyable, but working out with our kids is pure entertainment mixed with TOTAL irritation.
Today’s workout was p90x Yoga, which, for those of you who don’t know, is an hour and a half long…
It’s soooo long.
Now, my husband is a lot of things:
but flexible is not one of his natural athletic capabilities. So, an hour and a half of yoga is already hard for him, but you add two incredibly enthusiastic kids into the mix and things start to get a little tense. (HAHA, pun wasn’t intended, but I do find it hilarious, go read it again!)
Balance postures now include trying to do tree-pose while a little princess wraps herself around your leg.
Or your son asks you over and over to “WATCH ME!!” While you are only 10 seconds into a 30 second chair pose.
“OHMYGOSH, JUST A SECOND! I’M DYING OVER HERE!!”
It’s not funny.
Although, there are parts of it that are:
Please excuse the INCREDIBLY poor quality of these photographs. I was a little too sweaty and exhausted to really try. But, watching my husband find the strength to set his irritation aside long enough to enjoy a cat-stretch with his daughter curled up underneath him was all the incentive I needed to push through my “child-assisted” version of bridge. (Adam really took his time taking that picture by the way.)
It was great. I hope our early morning family workouts continue, I secretly love the distraction from the pain!