M does yoga daily after waking up and then right before bed. In we-have-a-toddler terms, that means M stretches as best as she can for about five minutes and spends about 10 untwisting herself from the Koala and begging for just one more pose to herself.
I already don't love working out and I especially dislike burpees, but my new Toddler fitness trainer shows me I must really want to stay fit if I can keep doing it under her guidance.
When I do pushups, I have to set up her shapes in the holes puzzle such that I can get a good 90 seconds to do 25 pushups before she figures it all out and bolts underneath me, lays flat on her belly and starts workout grunting. Sometimes she's faster which means I pushup around her. Sometimes she kicks my nuts, but I keep going anyway.
She pushes me through abwork by sitting on my belly while I do leg lifts or crunches. A lot of the times, she mashes her feet into my face while I do it. It intensifies the core work.
She's not strong enough to grab and hold onto my legs while I do pullups, but she tries and it sucks. Mostly though, it's a lot of crying until I lift her up to the bar and let her do a couple reps.
Jumping jacks just plain blow. She insists that I carry her while we do 100 jumping jacks, but I have to do it in a way that allows her arms to be free but doesn't bang her head into mine. My calves. They feel the burn.
It's an unbelievably complex dimension added to my workouts. I don't even remember what other exercises I do. It's all just a big blur with a baby on top.
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