My Glutuses are Definitely Maximused

Today, I almost left my baby motherless on the side of the road.

I also learned that the only way to make myself climb a long, steep hill is to place my living room couch squarely at the top of it.

It seemed like a good idea at the time, to get outside and enjoy a beautiful, warm day as well as burn a few extra calories. I expected both my mood and waistline to thank me. What better ambition for a new mom hoping to shed a few pounds, than to go for a walk through the local park? I realized that said park lay significantly downhill from my house (as in, people come from miles around to sled on this hill), but thought this would simply add a nice cardio element to my walk.

I don't think it is an exaggeration to say that I almost died. Chugging it up the Akron hill pushing Mikayla in her stroller (and she is no dainty peanut) was harder than most workouts I have subjected myself to, like, ever in my life. If I had encountered that kind of calf burning on the elliptical machine at the Grove City College gym, I would have subtly bumped it down a notch or six and nobody would have been the wiser. But, like I said, the best motivator was knowing that I would never see my couch again if I didn't persevere. It was kind of like childbirth, in the sense that the only way out of it is through it, only without a trained medical professional there to help.

In the end, I obviously made it home to both my couch and laptop. I can't wait to do it again next year!