Like a lot of people you know, I hopped on the -its a new year lets get back into taking care of my body bandwagon.
Ive been trying to get back into the daily rhythm of tracking my meals on myfitnesspal and whatnot, but what I really
had been missing is a steady challenging workout. Cue up that boot camp class that I talked about months ago, but never actually started. To show my commitment to the cause, and because my voucher was about to expire, I have finally signed up and committed myself to at least two months of
torture high intensity workouts. YALL…its not a game. I mean I can do it get through the class without dying, but I’m huffing, puffing, and cussing the entire time.
The instructor really has bought into the whole bootcamp paradigm as well. He is constantly yelling out at people referring to them by last name, although I havent gotten to such distinction yet… I am still affectionately called Rookie. So just to set the scene. We are in a school gymnasium with loud beating music, an instructor yelling at the top of his lungs, and people dropping 8-20 lbs weights because they have no energy to put them down in between drills….oh and yeah there is that three week old baby chilling on the sideline.
Bring that back.
This was definitely one of those double take moments. Like…this is SO not ok! The fact that this beautful little brown bundle of joy was just tossed to the side in a car seat amongst all the commotion echoing throughout this gym kind of hurt my feelings. I admit I started judging immediately. I dont have any children of my own so I know you’re really not supposed to judge but so what. That baby was fresh out of the cooch! My initial thought was that mom must’ve been way to concerned about getting her body back then to have this infant out in this environment….by itself. I looked and was unable to find anybody hovering over it or attending to it when it cried. Perhaps I gave one too many looks, because a lady stopped working out for a quick second and moved the car seat to the farther end of the gym. I guess this way no one would be concerned about hurling a weight at the baby or the group could feel less bad about it basically being ignored for an hour.
I gave her the quick up and down. Id say shes about a 5 ft 4 inches Caucasian lady in her 30s with a short bob haircut. She looked perfectly sane. Not overweight, but I mean really, fitness is clearly a priority for her. That we know for sure.
I wasn’t sure that was her baby at first. I was like dang, shes extra bold just moving somebodies baby like that. When nobody so much as flinched, i figured it must be her kid. Of course I had to do some research after class.
She just got the baby, which makes sense in the fact that mothers who have had a baby that recently wouldn’t be able to do the grueling workout she just did. Now the baby was an uber cute little girl, so I had to gush a little, its not her fault her mom is special. I was able to confirm the baby is not yet a month old.
I did notice after bundling herself all up she didn’t add a blanket or covering on the baby when she walked out the door. Its not midwest cold, but its still January.
Perhaps I need to take my judging problem to the altar cause its clear to me its not going anywhere none too soon.
I don’t know about you, but I love the movie Sweet Home Alabama. As I was discussing the baby elephant in the room after class with a friend of mine she reminded me of the scene where Mel, Reese Witherspoon’s character, runs into an old high school friend and is exclaims “You have a baby…in a bar”. Stuff like that in the
movies is hilarious, in real life its just sad.
Am I too harsh, thoughts?