Bringing Sexy Back

Ok, so I imagine that most people don’t walk into the gym already sweating. Then again, I am continually reminded that my life is not that of most people! But I was determined.

So the triplets are walking, sometimes running now. There are battles over toys, sippy cups & affection from mommy. There are regular attempts at escaping their corral every day. There are minor injuries, whining and a sudden increase in the most foul-smelling of diapers. (??) There is teething and hair pulling and the flailing of food in every corner of the kitchen. And PS – we’re moving. So there are boxes everywhere (though it looks like I’ve barely made any progress at all). Oh, and our 7 year old now has to be at football practice…four nights a week. And guess who’s helping out with coaching those four nights a week? You’ve got it…my darling hubby! Add that to his one late work night a week & that’s FIVE nights a week I don’t have my tag-team partner enter the house until after 8pm.

Need I say more? I was desperate for a break. I was tired of being tired. I was tired of the tension headaches & the fatigue. I was tired of not seeing the scale move, despite the rare chance I have these days to sit down to a meal. I was tired of STILL not being able to fit into my pre-multiple-pregnancy jeans. I was tired of feeling trapped in our house. So I was determined, single-minded, unwavering – I was going to the gym & all four kids were comin’ with me!

Now I had to be quite strategic about this venture. The child care center at the gym is only open for certain hours of the day and those hours could not conflict with meal or nap time. (We don’t mess with naptime.) It would have to be immediately after breakfast – admittedly the easiest meal of the day – no problem.

Time was ticking. All four kids are fed without any fuss. One by one, the triplets are deposited into the corral to play, whilst mommy cleans up the kitchen. (please take a moment to imagine just what that entails…) Ok, so our eldest is self sufficient & after repeating myself only three times, he eventually follows directions & gets his teeth brushed & himself dressed. I’m already dressed (it’s easy when you go to the gym in the same shorts & t-shirt you wore to bed the previous night – hypothetically speaking, of course). So it’s just a matter of changing & dressing the triplets, packing their diaper bag & loading everyone into the car. ‘I just might pull this off’, I’m thinking. I get everyone changed & dressed & as I run into the kitchen to grab sippy cups, I remember – SHOES! Oh, how I hate shoes. I swear, part of the reason I stay home with them sometimes is to avoid having to put shoes on those six fat, uncooperative little feet. But I can’t let them go the gym barefoot – so I run up to sort through the shoe crate in the nursery, praying for matching pairs & perfect fits. Two out of three go well & after going through two pairs on the ‘eldest triplet’, everyone’s shoed up!

At this point we’re only 10 minutes behind schedule. I grab my iPod, my water bottle & the diaper bag, bark at my eldest to go to the bathroom, go myself & head into the family room to grab the first baby to strap into her carseat. Truly, those three were left alone in there for mere minutes, yet I returned to find that one had taken her shoes off, one had taken the elastic out of her hair & the other had decided he would choose that as the perfect time to, well – dirty his diaper…again! I was this close to throwing in the towel. But then I thought about how good it’d feel to be on that elliptical, iPod blasting in my ears, working off this triplet bod…I was resolute! I deserved this, damnit & I wasn’t giving up! I sighed heavily, prayed for patience & did what I had to do.

20 minutes behind schedule & everyone’s in the car. The gym is just around the corner from us, and as I approached it, I wondered just how I would get everyone inside. I’d left the triple stroller at home, deciding that it probably wouldn’t fit through the gym doors anyway. So I manage to nab the parking spot closest to the door & quickly advise my eldest of the game plan: he would walk his brother in, firmly holding his hand and not leaving my side – I would carry the girls & the diaper bag.

As I said, most people don’t walk into the gym sweating, but I sure as heck did that day! What a sight we must have been. Name tags were distributed, brief instructions were given & within minutes, I was warming up. I couldn’t believe it! Sure, I kept an eye on the doorway from the elliptical machine, expecting one of the child care providers to drag me away for one reason or another, but no. I got in nearly an hour before I went back to claim my kids. It was a success and I felt great!  And you can be sure I included that pre-gym prep time in total calories burned that day! 

10 thoughts on “Bringing Sexy Back

  1. Amazing, you probably burned as many or more calories just makng the trip as you did on the machines! Kudos to you! Great story, True Grit!

    Go MM!

  2. Way to go Girl! Thats why women are the toughest of the species!!!

    No MAN would try that…

    OMG, …Come to think of it, There’s no way I would have even tried that without help, much less succeeded. Your husband is a lucky man…

    He should buy you something nice!!

  3. Good for you! I’m so impressed that you got everyone out the door and into the gym so efficiently. And 20 minutes behind schedule is basically right on time, right? I’ll have to look into my gym’s child care center. Maybe we’ll give it a try sometime in the near future.

  4. Good for you! I’m often sweating as I leave the house with my 3 boys, and cranking up the AC in the car is a real pleasure. I hope you can make more gym outings in the future, you really deserve it! Right after breakfast is an excellent time, I know we all start to fade as the day progresses.

  5. No matter how many times I would remind my girls it was almost time to leave, one of them would “dirty their diaper”… after everyone was loaded in the car. I always worked up a sweat until everyone learned to climb in the car and their seats by themselves. Congrats on getting in a workout!
    .-= Quadmama´s last blog ..It Finally Happened…. =-.

  6. Great job getting to the gym! I have actually come to love our gym situation here. They have a great nursery for the twins and it is an hour of “me” time every day. I am finding lately I go just as much for the sanity break as for the work out.

    Plus ours has a cafe so theoretically I could stop one day and have a coffee break sans babies. Haven’t done it yet but just knowing it’s an option helps:)
    .-= Vicky @ thecitycradle´s last blog ..Sunday snaps… =-.

  7. awesome! i am forever grateful for the free daycare at my gym. the day the boys turned one (okay, the week) i started taking them. love it! i have been using the choo choo wagon lately, since trying to get all three to walk in is an exercise in herding cats. :)
    .-= pam´s last blog ..Need a new purse? =-.

  8. After a year of nursing my twins, I finally got to rejoin a gym. I work outside the home and manage to get out at lunchtime for 45 minute pilates or yoga classes 2-3 times a week.

    It has made a huge difference in my post multiples (55 cm belly!) pregnancy body, and self esteem. Not to mention giving me some much needed headspace.

    Multiples mamas need to make some time for themselves! I truly think we are better parents for it.
    .-= Allison´s last blog ..Favorites From Weekend Before Last =-.

  9. Good for you! I’m lazier–I just go when my husband is home watching the kids—but you get some nice me time during the day, too, using the daycare. Glad the kids did well there—that way you can go back soon!

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