I knew moving would be tough in regards to working out, but I wasn't prepared for how hard it has been.
Obstacles I've faced include:
- Business of unpacking and setting up a new home.
- Trips to explore a new state and visit friends.
- Ben's ever changing work schedule.
- A YMCA that only offers childwatch for ages 6 and up after 5pm.
- A puppy to potty train and that means not leaving her for too long.
- Trying hard to give our kids a consistent homeschool schedule...and started back up school in general.
|Alison doing school with Maya right under her feet...her favorite spot|
- And the biggest one is the fact that the desert is trying to kill me.
When the stars do align and I actually get out on the road (or even the treadmill) I'm pretty sure I'm going to die every second of the run. A week before we arrived in Arizona, I ran my fastest 5k and was averaging in the 7 minute pace range for my training runs. The second I landed in Arizona, my pace slowed a whole minute and I can't make it more than a mile without stopping to regroup. And heaven forbid I forget water, because then it's just plain over.
I have researched every possible possibility to get a run in. I signed up for 'Stroller Warriors', convinced that there would be other homeschool families and my kids could ride their bikes along with me. Much to my dismay, there are only babies included in the group and they run the canals which make the pathway too narrow for multiple bike riders and strollers and runners. Leave it to my kids to fall into a canal...
|Running the canals solo|
I thought this was the perfect push to get me active with my kids and include them in my workouts. One attempt proved that theory false. Eli is slow as molasses...really hope that he finds his speed and confidence to ride a bike soon. I even attempted to put my much too big boys in our bike trailer turned "stroller", which equaled us splitting the front wheel in half, 1/2 a mile down the road. That was fun.
|Our ONE attempt to run as a family|
I even went as far as to look into what it would cost to rent out a space and make my own "Homeschool Mom's Gym". Then I priced out making my own gym in our garage, but it's no where near safe to workout in an Arizona gym. There is a gym in my dreams, where all the homeschool moms of kids who are older than 3, can come to get a good workout, maybe take a class together or meet with a trainer, and the kids can play and be active together. There would be room with a tutor so they could do school if needed and a gym where they could learn a new sport. If only I was a millionaire who knew an abundance of these so called moms, I would create it.
One time, I was so desperate that I ran laps in our backyard! The kids were really starting to get worried about me that day.
I started to feel alone, defeated and tired of working crazy hard to get a small workout in, one in which I was pretty sure was going to kill me. The desert, my friends, is no joke. One day I thought, "They say if you run, you are a runner. So, if I'm not running, I guess I'm not a runner. I guess I should just quit trying so hard to be something I can't be." I let that sit for a few days. What if I don't run? Maybe I should quit? And you know what? I was crazy sad.
If I was that sad about losing it, then it must be something important to me and worth fighting for. What I need to quit is believing the lie that it's easy for everyone else and that there is no one else out there who struggles to fit in a workout. I have to believe and have hope that there is someone out there who is in similar shoes and can relate to the crazy obstacles I face every day.
I've started the last several weeks like it was New Year's Day; ready to start my new plan and make it work! My plan? Here is my morning plan for working out and homeschooling:
6:00 wake up, GET DRESSED (key to success) drink coffee, read the Bible
7:00 cook breakfast for kiddos
7:30 clean up dishes, kiddos get dressed, make beds, brush teeth
7:50 Out the door to go the Y
8:00-9:00 Workout at the Y. Alison can workout in a small section in the fitness center, then works on independent school work by my treadmill. No one has yelled at us yet.
|Selfies in the gym are always awkward|
9:15 Home for snack time while I shower
9:30 School time until lunch
My "perfect" schedule worked a handful of times. I struggle feeling guilty taking my kids to the Y in the morning; I feel like I'm inconveniencing the workers and boring my kids by putting them in a baby room. I should probably just let it go, but that's just how I'm wired.
By this week, I realized that this is just becoming comical. After I took the above picture, I picked up the boys from the childwatch and Colin informed me that he didn't feel good. Super. Sure enough, he threw up later that day. Awesome. Now I'm the mom who takes sick kids to the Y...I hate those moms. Why couldn't he just have a cold? But of course he's sick. Naturally, it was due time for one of the kids to get sick.
In light of all this, I figured why not blog through all the obstacles. I'm tired of complaining, but there has to be another mom out there who has the most obscene obstacles to overcome to carve out some sanity-saving-workout-time and maybe will be encouraged by my sweaty life.
Day 1 coming up and it won't disappoint.