As I said yesterday, over on 511, I am quite different than my marathon runner sister. I do not work out, I have never belonged to a gym and I ran almost 3 miles with Twin ONCE on the Boardwalk and that is the only thing I have ever done.
I was good at sit and reach in middle school, I can do the worm and I am freakishly strong and undefeated in same-sex arm wrestling, but besides that, I am not in shape.
But now, when I leave the room, the baby cries. And it is kind of sweet, because he knows me and loves me and doesn’t want me to go. But I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this on here…I have the biggest baby ever. Have I forgotten to say that? Oh. Well, I do. He is literally off the charts, over the 100th percentile. So this means that any time I need to get up to get a drink of water, or snag a peep, or pee, I have to carry around 22 pounds of solid chunk.
Also, while he is a rock star sleeper in his crib at night, he doesn’t nap in there (lord knows why), so I walk him almost every day for his naps.
And because I am lazy and the single jogging stroller is at my parents’ house, I usually walk him in his infant seat int he snap n’ go, which means I basically have to push all of the weight.
Today, I walked up hill and I envisioned myself in a strong-man competition, pushing bales of hay up a mountain. I really did.
And I believe I actually broke a sweat.
So the really important thing that you need to know is that I
am now
an athlete.
The end.