This first Saturday series is called "Let Them". There are so many things we just big, fat don't let our kids do. I'm meeting some of those things head-on and seeing what happens.
Let Them Run With You
Can I tell you how much I have been dreading this blog post? A lot. I've been dreading it a lot. Let me confess this: I don't exercise. I consider chasing after kids exercise enough. Horrible, I know. My husband is one of those people. You know. The ones who exercise. He runs. What is that all about? What's worse, he does this running thing in the early morning. What a dreadful way to start the day! I am not, have not, and never will be a morning runner. Mornings were designed for steaming mugs of coffee. And doughnuts.
And now he's roped the children into this.
The olders go running with him. It's sickening and adorable all at the same time. Sickening because now I have to eat my doughnuts by myself. Adorable because he's spending beautiful time with them and I can envision them doing something fun like the Color Run.*
Aaaaaaand that's when God smacked me upside the head. I tried reminding God that we're "one flesh" (His words, not mine), so technically, technically I'm exercising too. He didn't buy it. So, with great trepidation, I recently broached the subject with my husband. I've been eyeing bicycles lately and trying to "pep talk" myself into riding again. As good husbands go, he assured me that I'm probably not as horrible of a rider as I think I am. We'll see about that.**
Our kids need the example from both of us. I don't want my girls to feel like exercising is for men and baking is for women. They need to see their mama taking care of her body. Scratch that; I need it. It's not quite as simple to exercise with children, but it's doable (as my husband has proved). So here we go!
Any mamas identify? Exercising mamas, how do you involve the kiddos?
P.S. There are no accompanying photos for this post because that would require me getting up and taking pictures of my little runners. All before coffee.
* I considered participating, but I got over it.
**My shoelaces are always in cahoots with the pedals and I tend to use fences as brakes.