Now, fast-forward to life with the mini-man. Although I can't completely give you the specifics on what we do all day, the time flies. We do tummy-time, we change diapers and belly up to the milk bar, we cook and sometimes clean, we go to the dog park and for the big day out, bi-monthly Costco runs. But other than that, we aren't really sure where the time goes. I don't run, shop, garden, or work, yet every night I realize we have managed to completely fill our day.
In my former, pre mini-man life, I worked out at 4am. Yes, you read that right, 4am. Two years ago, when Belen and I decided to sign-up for a half-marathon, we were 4th year surgery residents who often started our day in the hospital by 5:30am and rarely getting home before 6pm (or 8 or 9). The only time we had was early, REALLY early. Sounds crazy, but when the alarm goes off at 4am, it is just as miserable and impossible to differentiate from 5am so the routine was started. I would show up at Belen's apartment by 4:15, calling and texting on my 2 mile drive over to ensure she was awake. If she didn't hear from me, I would get incessant buzzing from my phone which roused me from my warm bed to drag myself to the gym. Once there, we would run, bike, or lift weights for an hour before jumping in the shower and heading to work. Once the half-marathon morphed into a whole marathon, we were committed. We kept this schedule for the last two years of residency and were all the more healthy for it. Early morning exercise really is the best way to start your day.
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First Marathon--Steamboat June 2010 |
We LOVE milk comas |
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