Turns out that lunging down a 20-foot-long hallway with a ten pound baby strapped to your chest is actually a pretty good workout. I get to sweat, and the baby gets to view the world from a slightly bumpier perspective.
After lunges, I get my cardio in by running up and down the stairs inside our apartment. This serves the dual purpose of confusing Abby into thinking we're going to go outside, so she ends up following me down the stairs...and up the stairs...and down the stairs...and then halfway back up the stairs where she pauses with a look of puppy confusion on her little scrunched up face.
Are...are we doin' this? |
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