"The Emmy" Workout

I am by no means a fitness enthusiast, but I do prefer to be fit...Little did I know that pregnancy would not only provide me with a child, but also a personal trainer.  Nick must've had a chat with Emmy about his Crossfit workout regime before he left, because she has modeled my workout to follow similar principles.  There is a focus on cardio, resistance training, and, most important of all, speed in my personalized program.

My day begins with an urgent "find the pacy" exercise which consists of me to diving onto the floor to reach under her crib to blindly locate the pacifier she chucked over the railing in her sleep.  Her cries are my buzzer, the louder she gets, the faster I must work.  This happens every time she wakes up-roughly 4 times a day.

During breakfast time, we play tug-o-war on her spoon and I retrieve the sippy cup that she hurls overboard approximately 3 times during each meal.  She likes to keep me on my toes.  Then we wrestle to get her dressed for the day...This has helped with my hand-eye coordination like you wouldn't believe.

Playtime is her favorite way to get me moving.  She has me do Emmy lifts over my head, squats as we "go bouncy," engage in a game of chase as she rolls away from me, and then bicep curls as I remove her from wherever she gets herself stuck...I have a feeling that my workouts will become far more intense once she's crawling and (gulp) walking...

She loves to change it up while I am on the treadmill, too...I am to rectify the various binds that she finds herself in without breaking stride.  Once I have finished my jog, she lets me know that she would like to take part in my cool-down, just to add some extra weight while I "walk-it-off." That's my girl, always looking for an exercise opportunity.

She also coordinates with Molly and Darla...As soon as she begins nursing, she sends an ESP message to Molly and Darla, and they promptly assume their positions.  Molly begins scratching on the door to go potty outside, while Darla confiscates one of Emmy's toys.  Here, I must remove the toy from Darla's jaw and then carry Emmy, who is still on the Boppy pillow, with one arm, to open the door for Molly.  I do this at least twice a feeding.

Another way that she incorporates Molly and Darla into my routine, is that every time I buckle Emmy into her carseat, Darla hides at the top of the stairs and Molly positions herself at the centermost point under my bed.  One last sprint and army crawl to get the dogs secured before we leave the house.

As soon as we leave the house, I must do carseat lifts...Hoisting 26 pounds (10 pounds of carseat and 16 pounds of Emmy) through the obstacle course that is our garage to gain entry to and then exit from my car.  This exercise can surely get the blood flowing, especially on our errand-heavy days!  

She had big plans for me this past Saturday afternoon.  When I ambitiously attempted to log 5 miles for our Walk to Afghanistan (10 including her stroller miles).  She timed her cry just perfectly so that we were exactly 2.5 miles away from the car.  Then I was expected to get her back to the car in record time.  She's a tough cookie, and cuts me no slack for heat, humidity or incline...Everytime I slowed down, she amped up the cry.  I'm not sure if the pity looks I got were because my baby was crying hysterically or because I literally looked like a hot mess.  But I will say, it was a fantastic workout, she is one heck of a trainer.

Emmy sabotaging my laundry-folding.

My gym