When I’m not out and about with the kids and writing about our adventures for Culver City Patch, I spend as much time as I can learning how to surf the beaches of Santa Monica and Venice. But between the demands of family life and the unpredictable nature of the weather, I’m not always able to get to the beach—and even when the opportunity arises, unless I’ve got child care, the surf is not up for this momma.
Consequently, I recently decided that the next best thing to surfing is staying in shape for surfing, which I can do less than five minutes from home at the. At the Y, I can do surf-friendly activities such as yoga, Pilates, strength training and cardio, while someone else watches the kids.
Upon first joining the Y in March, I had grand fantasies of life changing overnight. I imagined bounding out of the house each day for an early morning yoga or Pilates class followed by a swim. My workouts would proceed smoothly and uninterrupted, while the kids enjoyed Child Watch. I imagined swim lessons–just like I had when I was their age–and feeling like the Y was our new home away from home.
But then reality, and its accompanying hiccups, set in. First, I discovered that—during busy times—Child Watch can run out of space, leaving me ready to work out, with nowhere to put the kids. I also learned that the schedule changes monthly and that a great class can be moved or canceled all together. Then there was the time Ashton wouldn’t stop crying when I dropped him off at Child Watch and was returned to me, midway through a Ball Pilates Class.
On that particular day, my Pilates instructor and classmates (all of them moms) welcomed him into our class with open arms. Equipped with a blue exercise ball, he dried his eyes and proceeded to follow along with the exercises. While it wasn’t quite what I had imagined when I fantasized about my new exercise regimen, we all ended up having a great time.
I won’t lie and say I haven’t wanted to throw in the towel a few times since starting this new family routine. But I’ve stuck with it, and my kids have seen me do it. And while I thought fun times at Child Watch or the promise of a slice of would be enough to convince them to join mom on her trips to the gym, it’s turned out that something else entirely keeps my little snack-lovers coming back to the Y—the vending machine.