The Mommy-finition of a “Workout”

In my “younger” days, when I was racing my bike and training upwards of 18 hours a week, it wasn’t a true “workout” unless I was exercising for at least an hour.  As I’ve aged and become a grown up member of society and a mommy, that definition of a “workout” has slowly adjusted itself.

I now define a workout as anything over 15 minutes!  If I get somewhat winded or sweaty… it counts.  If I’m tired in any way — my back, arms, legs, mind — it counts.  Take yesterday for example… I did a short run in the morning — 20 minutes, which totally counts.  After work and dinner I realized that there was still time to mow the lawn (and frankly, the idea of mowing in the cool of the evening was much more appealing than in potential afternoon heat today).  Why don’t I let my husband mow the lawn, you might ask? (He’d probably do a better job!)  Because a 30-40 minute bout around the yard pushing the lawn mower, ducking under branches, picking up sticks, holding my breath while I mow the sections that are really mostly dirt — it all counts as a workout.  So, what seemed like a short day of “exercise” turned into over an HOUR!  Sweet! Not to mention that 5 minute walk to pickup a sandwich at lunch… BONUS!

The best way to make a mowing workout even more worthwhile… hold in your tummy while you go and walk as fast as you can (hell, run if you’re feeling up to it!)   If you’re lucky enough to have one of those mowers that sort of drives itself (versus having to push with all your might just to get it to move), make sure you’re walking just a touch faster than the mower automatically goes… to get the most for your minutes!

Time as a mommy is precious… if I’m going to be away from my boys for even a short while to check something off my ridiculously long to-do list, I might as well knock off a couple things at once.
My productive Friday night: made the yard look a little less heinous, checked something off my Saturday list, and got in a bonus workout which made eating banana chocolate chip muffins for dessert all the more yummy (and less guilt-laden!)

About The Momster

The Momster is the mother of three little boys, living in North Carolina. A former bike racer, she currently works stupidly long hours in advertising and marketing, runs stupidly long distances for the sake of sanity and has made it her life mission to find Patience.
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