Today at the gym my 2 1/2 year-old daughter gave me a reminder, as if the top view of my belly wasn’t enough, of why I was there. She came with me and my wife today, and she sat in a desingated corner of the room for children. She watched PBS kids and read books and played with some toys while we worked out. We can usually see her, but she is really good at staying in her area.
At the end of the workout I was doing sit-ups on the incline bench. I could see her off in her area watching “Super Why.” Usually during my sit-ups I pull out my phone and do them while holding a picture of her smiling at me. Then when I count them off, instead of numbers I use the letters in her name. Since my return to working out, the most I’ve done in one set was 30.
This time, as I was getting to 30, I started struggling. When I got to 28, I was thinking, “almost to 30, then I’ll stop.” Then I heard my daughter’s voice calling out “One, two, three” in time with my sit-ups. She was counting them for me. I’ve never cried and done sit-ups at the same time, but I was close this afternoon. I got to 40. When I was done, she shouted in glee, “Daddy!” I walked over to her, bent down to give her a kiss, and she reached up to oblige.
Then at the last second she pulled away, crinkled her nose and said, “You’re all wet.” I was. For her.
Weigh-in: 316 (up four pounds in two days – that sucks)
Treadmill: .75 mile (.25 walking, .25 jogging, another .25 jogging after lifting)
Rowing machine: 1 km in 5 minutes
Bench: 135 3 sets of 10, 185 4x
Incline situps: 40 (1 set of40, afterwards my whole abdominen cramped)
Other: curls, triceps, back