As I mentioned yesterday, my DVD went caplooey and I was forced to do my workout last night. I really hate working out in the evening - too many distractions, too many reasons not to do it. It's like a cloud hanging over my head. Big Mo: What do you want to do tonight? Wanna go to the park? Chubby: No, sorry, can't. Gotta work out. It's not that it takes all night, but seriously, who wants to go anywhere after sweating for an hour? That why I like to get it over with. I then go through the rest of my day feeling accomplished.
Anyway, I set up the laptop in my son's room so I could close the door and have some privacy. Guffaw! Little Man had to come see what I was doing while I was in downward dog. He crawled under me, laid on his back so he could face me and started jabbering, "you workin mama? you playin mama? read a story, please mama." "No, honey, not now....Big Mo!!" After several attempts to steal my attention he decided downward dog provided a good horsey alternative and proceeded to climb up my legs. It was then that I had to shove him out the door as nicely as I could to go play with his dad. He cried outside the door for a few minutes and eventually lost interest. I felt bad, but I reminded myself that I need time to take care of myself too.
So after a rocky start, I got to do my video and came out sweating like I'd had the best work out yet. In the mean time, Mo got the DVD back up and running. Game on for tomorrow!
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