Posts Tagged ‘jogging’

Exercising with Toddlers

Tuesday, May 24th, 2016

exercising with toddlers“I exercise.  Just kidding, I chase toddlers all day.” I saw this quote on a coffee mug and it fits me perfectly. It’s true, chasing toddlers and keeping up with them can sometimes be all that I have in me, but I do strive to get formal exercise into my days a few times a week. I’m not going to claim that it is easy, but it can happen.

I have learned that putting on a workout video in my house does not work. Why? Because, the second I turn on the television for something like that, the kids start shouting out requests of their favorite television shows or characters. Maybe I need to look for workout videos that include these characters. After the kids go to sleep, I’m usually ready to do the same or at least relax. It is very rare that I get to escape by myself to hit up the gym or an exercise class. So, I’ve learned to work with what I’ve got for now.

Here are some of the things that seem to work well for me and my toddlers:

  • Dance Parties.  We dance a lot.  They love to listen to music and dance and I take advantage of that when I need to get my heart rate up, break a sweat, and have some fun.

  • Jogging.  I put the kids in the jogging stroller and head out for a run around the park near our house. They are only good for about one mile before they want to get out or start pinching each other.

  • Twist and shout.  In the middle of playtime, you can find me and my kids doing side bends, leg lifts, or other stretches while we shout out numbers or the alphabet to count our movements.

  • Walks. When I am looking to get some fresh air and take an adventure in nature, we go for walks to keep us moving.

Sarah Cole is a writer and a stay at home mom to her two busy toddlers.  The more they move the more she moves.

Grinching Out On Mother’s Day

Thursday, May 5th, 2016


Sometimes I feel like such a Mother’s Day grinch. But the truth is, for most moms Mother’s day is no different than every other day of the year. And even if you are Jedi-level good at keeping expectations low, they can creep up on Mother’s day despite your best intentions.

Last year, Mother’s day was kind of a wreck. It was just a hard day, which happens pretty frequently when your kids are 6, 3 and 2, superfluous holidays notwithstanding. It’s a day when I tend to stay off social media, as obnoxious humble brags abound about worlds’ best children and husbands, who are, in reality, probably selfish and thankless and piggish every other day of the year, but on this day are photoshopped to be the standard bearers for selflessness and generosity.

So, to flee the suppressive air of social media and all things mother’s day, I went on a hike. Alone. A hike broken only by the ringing of my phone high on the top of a hill to confirm the reception of one (1) orphaned squirrel baby that we found in our backyard and to be placed with the finest of (free) wild squirrel rehab facilities. A call which I was happy to take. Because I am no squirrel mom, and I figured if she abandoned her pup as we had to surmise she did, she’s probably having a worse day than I am.

The year before, just months after having my third child, Mother’s Day had been punctuated with silence from my own mother. I had sent her an email gift certificate which became lost in her inbox; she assumed I had gotten her nothing for Mother’s day and didn’t call until Monday, when she found it.

IMG_9759So I cried a little bit on this hike, and felt sorry for myself, and then got over it. I did a little trail running her and there, and when I got to the top, it was worth it. I sat on a bald spot of rock and watched boats trail lazily in the water below, their motors audible even this far up. I watched birds soar past a little farther down over the lake, hunting prey. I took in the shadowy silhouettes of the mountains across the way, disappearing back as far as I could see. I ate some flavored almonds and an apple and I didn’t share with anyone.

It took me an hour and a half to hike up, an hour to hike down, and an hour of driving round-trip. And when I got home, I felt refreshed, restored, and ready to deal with a baby squirrel rehoming emergency.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Erin Burt is a freelance writer, marathoner and mother of three girls. She lives and writes in Oklahoma City.