Boot camping my bum off

Once upon a time there was a girl named Aggie who decided to start an exercise blog and go to a boot camp class at Fierce Fitness. She frolicked and played with medicine balls while doing push-ups and jumping jacks. The next morning her muscles said “FFFFFF that” and they never spoke to one another again. She turned into JELL-O. The end.

In all seriousness, boot camp at Fierce Fitness is fun but no joke. As you may have read in my earlier post, I am no stranger to boot camp classes since I have been known to attend baby boot camp with my daughter. This class was a little different. For staters, there was no jogging stroller… although by the end of class, I wished there was one so that I could scoot my daughter to the side and take a nap in it by myself. Continue reading

It’s bring my daughter to workout day

I have a very opinionated baby at home. Her favorite words include “NO” and “avocado!” When she states the latter, she is not asking, she is merely warning that you ¬†have approximately 5 seconds to get her some damn avocado before she freaks out all over this place, thank you very much. And so, getting out the door to go and exercise can be a bit of a song and dance that goes something like this:

“Mommy needs to go bye bye.”

“NO.”

“Okay, Mommy is going bye bye now,” I’ll give a little wave and start to walk away.

“NOOOOOOO!” She’ll scream and lunge for my legs.

I’ll look down at her, and she’ll undoubtedly have already conjured up a single tear to roll down her cheek (an art she has perfected that literally makes my heart hurt),¬†“avocado!” she’ll say. Continue reading