ahhh youth. BOTH of ours.
When The Child was tiny and more of a Tornado we moved our bods a lot together.
As for me, I simply snagged movement when she wasn’t around.
Until it wasn’t.
why YES. that IS a running dress!
In addition, even if she knew what I was doing (hellllo April marathon), if I didn’t give her the chance to see me struggle and persevere did it have an impact?
Enter the idea of group personal training.
Family personal training.
A family boot-camp style experience.
Still, I repeatedly returned to the fact we no longer moved together. I missed that and felt as though something was lacking.
I found a trainer, signed us up and what we gained in the process exceeded any hope or expectations I could have had.
We took turns playing expert.
I suck at weighted fitness ropes. The Child finds them pretty easy. She struggles with pushing upward and I’m really good at push-ups these days. I hold no illusions about our trio. If we all were challenged by the same exercises then shared bitching and negativity would have brought us down. But we don’t. As a result, we each have a chance to offer tips, suggest form tweaks, and play the expert multiple times throughout the session.
We were offered opportunities to encourage.
During one of our first sessions our trainer set up three stations. One station involved pulling a weighted sled across the gym. The caveat? The other 2 people had to remain at their stations ‘working’ until said sled station was complete. Instead of growing grumpy (as we may have done in the past) we seized this set-up as an opportunity to cheer the sled’er on to success. Not only were we able to shout encouragement while box jumping and lunging (a fitness-feat in itself) the rallying behind each other lingered long after the workout was complete.
We rediscovered fun as a FAMILY.
For the past few years we’ve been fractured as a family. I knew I laughed a lot with The Child. I imagined The Husband had his share of giggles with her. Never, ever, ever did these two paths intersect.
It wasn’t in my plan we’d rediscover fun via family fitness, but we did.
We bonded through commiserating.
I saw this in my training clients all the time. I watched how some were brought down by their complaining while others were able to vent, release and move on. Heading into this experience our trio could have gone either way. We easily could have morphed into the group where one lamented, others followed, and it was a miserable experience for all involved. We did not.
I was happily surprised how, instead of growing group-negative, complaints were acknowledged/affirmed by another member of our trio which facilitated our bonding by bitching (<—technical term). As with the encouragement this bonding by bitching lingered long after the workout was complete.
There aren’t words enough to capture – – although I realize I’ve used many of them– what a positive experience this has been for our family.
What started as something I assumed we’d do for only a few weeks has turned into something we look forward to and share the sentiment of hating to go and loving how we feel when finished.
- Do you prioritize fitness as a family?
- Are you as terrified of the high box jumps as I am?