A few days ago before the blog went live, I was thinking maybe I’d do some posts about kettlebell. I have been working out with kettlebells for a few years; they are really a busy mom’s dream, giving you a great workout in a very short time – 10-20 minutes will do a lot. I have loved using them and have gradually worked my way up from my 10 lb starting bell – which about killed me at the time – to my current 20.
But honestly, I have been having a hard time squeezing them in. I’ve been blaming the move, which is part of it. And a nagging neck injury, which is also part of it. But yesterday I hit on the real reason: I’ve gotten bored. I’ve put a lot into improving, and I’ve gotten to a point where, unless I’m really going to step things up and go all bodybuilder (if I had time for that, I’d spend it doing something else!), I’m not going to increase the weight of my bell any more, and my technique isn’t going to improve that much more. So I’m maintaining. Which is fine…but boring all by itself. I like something that I am learning and getting better at. Kids are great for that. I can never figure them out.
So after I had an interesting conversation with a friend who is a runner, I thought maybe I’d give it a try. I did used to run a little in college, but I was never very good at it, and I haven’t tried it since. Yesterday, I did Day One of the beginner program on Runner’s World.
I always hesitate to start stuff like that, because then I feel dumb if it sputters out – and you know, I obviously don’t have enough on my plate moving ten people across the country on a shoestring, starting a new blog, and the other miscellanies that come from being in charge of a
small nation large family. Clearly, I need to embark on an 8 week beginning running program, too.
Well, I can’t pack all the time. I have to stay sane somehow!
But I liked the first day. I thought maybe that the very first stage would be too easy, what with all the kettlebell, but apparently it’s a whole different skill set, because I was plenty challenged. And bonus points, because fussy teething boy could come along in the stroller.