It's called being a mom. I'm up by 7:00am everyday (not weekdays, everyday). I get up and start moving. No slinking out of bed and shuffling to the kitchen to sip coffee. From the first little pitter patter of Riley's feet I'm moving. First some bending and stretching during “put the toddler on the potty”. Than standing and reaching during the “making breakfast”. Than a quick rest while she eats. Then bending and reaching for the “gathering of clothes”. A lot of aerobic exercise getting her dressed and even more of it finagling into my clothes.
Standing at the sink doing dishes I shift my weight a handful of times to make sure I'm not favoring the "good side." Dishes and counter cleaning is all about endurance and balance. Picking up toys and entertaining Riley raises the heart rate. Nap time is the cool down for round two.
After nap is a brisk jog down hill. A literal walk to meet Isaac after school. Some juggling the kids' needs for dexterity. Dinner prep and sometimes some writing time for brain flexing. Then the energy runs out, you refill and it's the triathlon of bath, bed and last chores. Then collapse into bed so you can repeat exercises tomorrow (plus actual physical therapy, grocery shopping, returning library books,etc...)
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