Last week's onslaught of illnesses and abysmal school attendance left me taking the "stay at home" part of this mom gig too literally. It is no wonder I felt imprisoned when my only excursions for the week were to the pediatrician's office, one trip to the grocery store (with two children), plus one shift working at our co-op preschool.
Even prisoners get yard time, though, right? Which is why I felt so grateful for my fourth category of excused absence from the premises: Crossfit.
If you look up Crossfit you'll find as many websites lambasting it as there are people acting like it is the be-all, end-all of physical fitness regimes. I'm not going to pretend it's the only valid form of exercise, but what I can tell you about it is this: I've been strength training three times a week at 6:30 a.m. since January 14th, which is more of a streak than I've ever kept up in the past. I don't know what it is about Crossfit, but I must sort of like it.
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