While checking my e.mail this morning, I had a fitness newsletter that was titled..."Are You Obsessed with Your Workout?" I had to laugh. Yes. Everyday, all I think about is going to the gym for two hours to meet up with my personal trainer and go over the latest and greatest circuit training techniques...all while wearing a cute little outfit and matching shoes. Are you kidding? The last time I saw a gym was a good eight years ago...so I guess that makes it about eight years now that I've had the running cycle in my head of, "I really need to get back to the gym." The more I thought of this, I was reminded of yesterday.
Our eight year old son Christian, had an initial physical therapy appointment for rehab on his foot following surgery. It was about an hour and fifteen minute session which left me in a big fun new environment with a three year old, four year old and seven year old. Everything started out well enough. The three kids sat in the waiting room with me for a good five minutes beautifully still. I smiled with pride at the other people in the their seats. That's when Ethan and Preston got started. 'poke' "Stop touching me." 'poke, poke" "MOM! Preston won't stop touching me!" Our four year old little "poker" started to giggle which made our three year old little girl start to giggle which made me fully aware of the rest of the waiting room putting their heads down with a smile trying to cover their amusement so not to encourage the behavior. My whole five minutes of pride was quickly wiped away and I stood up to take the kids out of the waiting room so we wouldn't disturb everyone. OK. So this facility happens to be the Mac Daddy of all facilities with a ton of different things to explore. We went upstairs, downstairs, in different stores, found a swimming pool, went outside and climbed a big wall of rocks, found a design in the floor shaped like the "yellow brick road" so of course we had to follow it. On and on for about an hour, the three kids and I covered everything from inside to out, top to bottom. It gets tricky when your three year old decides to run up a staircase while your four year old wants to run back outside again to see the lizard they just found. It really is like herding cats. They go everywhere.
At the end of Christian's physical therapy session, I stood exhausted at the front desk to schedule his next appointment. I guess all in all, I did get to go to the gym yesterday with not one but three personal trainers...fancy me. Am I obsessed with my workout? I guess you could say that. I think during the next session though, I might bring some coloring books and some crayons.
Our eight year old son Christian, had an initial physical therapy appointment for rehab on his foot following surgery. It was about an hour and fifteen minute session which left me in a big fun new environment with a three year old, four year old and seven year old. Everything started out well enough. The three kids sat in the waiting room with me for a good five minutes beautifully still. I smiled with pride at the other people in the their seats. That's when Ethan and Preston got started. 'poke' "Stop touching me." 'poke, poke" "MOM! Preston won't stop touching me!" Our four year old little "poker" started to giggle which made our three year old little girl start to giggle which made me fully aware of the rest of the waiting room putting their heads down with a smile trying to cover their amusement so not to encourage the behavior. My whole five minutes of pride was quickly wiped away and I stood up to take the kids out of the waiting room so we wouldn't disturb everyone. OK. So this facility happens to be the Mac Daddy of all facilities with a ton of different things to explore. We went upstairs, downstairs, in different stores, found a swimming pool, went outside and climbed a big wall of rocks, found a design in the floor shaped like the "yellow brick road" so of course we had to follow it. On and on for about an hour, the three kids and I covered everything from inside to out, top to bottom. It gets tricky when your three year old decides to run up a staircase while your four year old wants to run back outside again to see the lizard they just found. It really is like herding cats. They go everywhere.
At the end of Christian's physical therapy session, I stood exhausted at the front desk to schedule his next appointment. I guess all in all, I did get to go to the gym yesterday with not one but three personal trainers...fancy me. Am I obsessed with my workout? I guess you could say that. I think during the next session though, I might bring some coloring books and some crayons.
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