I love working out at home. Yes my treadmill is collecting dust, but running on a treadmill in a basement was one of the ‘Enhanced Interrogation” methods that Cheney agreed to remove from the list, lest it appear too inhumane. My rings, bags and pullup bar get a TON (no weight jokes) of use. I can adapt just about any crossfit-style workout I see online, or do some old fashioned strength training/bodybuilding stuff.
But the girls… I love them. I love spending time with them. Nothing kills workout mojo like balancing #beastmode with #dadmode and 2 kids swinging from the rings. I understand them, I do. There’s stuff to jump from, swing on, do flips, handstands and more. To me, the workout area is a place to forge myself. To them, it’s an indoor jungle gym.
And that’s my problem. I want to encourage them. I want them to enjoy their time in the gym. I want to plant healthy seeds that they’ll thank me for later in life. I don’t want them to think it’s off limits or time there ends in getting yelled at. But I’m struggling.
They’re good kids. There have been times they’d do part of a workout with me. They WANT to run and jump and swing and be active. It really comes down to if I have the time and the workout that can be done with them. If I say ‘No, Daddy has to do this by himself” they’ll listen, but I don’t want to discourage them.