I know, they don't look that threatening, but trust me, they are. (Don't worry, there is room for Chloe on top!) I did participate in boot camp after Hayley was born. But this time, she has a partner and the workouts are even more grueling then ever. See apparently Hayley is aware of the fact that she will be heading off to preschool in the fall, leaving Todd to be my primary instructor on the mornings that she is gone. She should be pleased with his training so far because in her likeness, Todd screams at me if I break my jog for a walk. Hayley tells me that Todd just likes to feel the wind blow through his hair, a pleasure that Hayley has just recently been able to experience. And apparently the natural west coast Florida breeze is insufficient and therefore I must RUN in order to create enough wind to ruffle my little boy's locks. Which I find ironic because I'm not sure how any wind could be left after all that I suck during these "runs" pushing their "bus." Yep, that Mercedes of jogging strollers that I'm ever so proud of? Consider the 40 pounds of kid plus the weight of the stroller and I feel like I'm literally pushing a Mercedes... a Mercedes SUV... actually, does Mercedes make a semi truck? To add to my misery, I'm good and sore at the beginning of every run thanks to the postpartum pilates class I've been taking. Trust me, this class makes childbirth feel like a cake walk because unfortunately, there is no epidural involved in pilates. I'd be willing to bet that if they made incarcerated criminals participate in daily pilates classes there would be a significant decrease in the rate of repeat offenders.
But the torture is all part of the sacrifice of being a good mom. It's important that I have the energy to keep up with my little ones and endurance is an essential part of keeping my children safe. After all, we live in Florida and I never know when I'll have to grab my children and run from a snake, gator, or sniper (right Mimi)??!!
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