Once upon a time there was a woman who on good days could get her arse out of bed and go for a run first thing in the morning at the weekend. She’d also head out during her lunch hour to clock up a few k and partake in the odd PT session and loved nothing more than getting down and dirty in a British Military Fitness class at weekends too.
Now I introduce you to the same woman post son. She struggles to get out of bed in the morning and thinks it’s an effort just to walk downstairs to get a cup of tea, to walk back up the stairs and collapse back into bed. In her lunch hour she is generally working through because she has to be out of the door at 5.15pm sharp to get the train back before the nursery doors shut. The only getting down and dirty she does, is when her son decides he can’t walk any further and needs a shoulder lift, cue muddy boots/shoes all down her coat.
Her new workout sounds something more like this; she’ s developed skills in martial arts to get her son dressed, rugby tackled him into the puschair and quick marched it down to nursery. She’s then worked her arm muscles with the “5 lift cuddle” (goodbye routine, entailing being lifted up 5 times for 5 cuddles), before legging it out of the door, to try and catch the 7.38 train, which she inevitably misses and catches the 7.50 instead. It’s at this stage the onlooking passengers wonder what has possibly brought her out in a sweat when its only about 2 degree’s outside?! I welcome you to the exercise of a single mum and in fact most working parents out there who are doing the morning routine.
So, how do you find the time/energy/motivation to do any conventional exercise as a parent? I normally find I’m missing at least one of the 3 factors at any given time. If I suddenly find I have the time then you can bet I won’t have the energy because Munchkin will have decided it was time for an all night party. Or he’d have been zonked out for the night and I have the energy but alas then, no time. Occasionally the gods align, generally on my working from home day and I try to get out for a lunchtime run. There comes the next hurdle…running post childbirth is not so straight forward for some of us, oh yes, that beloved pelvic floor muscle or lack of it! Run, clench, run, clench, run, oops!!! Please Dear Lord give us the strength, the pelvic floor strength!
Ok, what about just doing a workout at home in the evening I hear you say? Hmmmm, I too have thought that same thing. There’s an app for everything and believe me, I have most workout apps on my phone, my problem is finding the motivation and energy to open them and do them….getting home just before 7pm after doing the reverse of aforementioned morning routine, putting Munchkin to bed, then cooking my dinner, it’s gone 8 and I’m completely pooped!
So then, that all familiar phrase pops into my head…I’ll start it tomorrow…..!