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We are two working mothers — Lauren Rose, the director of business development for Name Bubbles, and Betsy DeMars, the assistant managing editor at The Saratogian. Try as we may to be really good at both, balancing motherhood and career can get pretty messy. As professionals, work schedules and mommy schedules often collide. So, we plow through, hoping at the end of the day, our kids — Lauren's 5-year-old son and Betsy's 11-year-old son and 9-year-old daughter — know how much we love them.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

How can I schedule exercise on this schedule?

Getting into a good exercise routine is tough with an already full schedule.

Looking to overcome the winter workout blahs, a coworker and I signed up for classes at Total Body Trifecta on Church Street in Saratoga Springs, just a few blocks from the office. I brought my workout clothes on Mondays with every intention of heading out to the 5:20 p.m. class. Then, almost without fail, 5:20 would creep up, and I would still be in the middle of 15 things that needed to be completed before going home. Sure, I could dash out for the hour and return — albeit all sweaty — to finish my work, but then I'd get home after 8 p.m. That was no good either.
So there my bag of exercise clothes and shoes sat under my desk, day after day. Too many fires to put out in the early evening in the newsroom — I just kept getting stuck at work. And the worse thing was each morning, I'd have the internal conversation, "Should I get up early and work out? Nah, I'm going to excercise class in the evening!"

I've resumed getting up early for a session with my Exercise TV On Demand. I'm hoping to get to classes at Trifecta, too (love ya Mary Ann!) And because I've committed to run a 5K in June, I've begun running again.

To put my husband at ease because he worries about me running on the road with music in my ears, I figured out a way to be home and run outdoors. I measured the perimeter of our property as a quarter-mile, so yesterday I did eight laps, my daughter joining me on her bike for a couple of them. When I was finished with lap No. 8, she had great news for me. Mom! You lost lost 8 pounds! Boy don't I wish ...


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