I'm in awe of moms who find time to work out. Moms who find time to work out, inspire others to do so and write a book, Hot (Sweaty) Mamas: Five Secrets to Life as a Fit Mom (in stores April 2011) make me re-think my complaints of being soooo busy when that Pilate's class rolls around and I'm still sitting at my computer.
Kara Thom is that hot sweaty mama of four -- count 'em, four -- children including three daughters and baby boy. She writes on Mama Sweat about being a fit mama and how you, too, can achieve better health through moving your butt. Luckily Kara does it in such a way that you find yourself laughing and relaxing your shoulders in preparation for a good run instead of clenching and wondering who, exactly, does she think she is?
Name one thing about you that would surprise your readers.
That this 2-time Ironman spent her last two teenage years competing in beauty pageants. This is one of those things that really tastes bad in my mouth when I talk about it. I just shake my head thinking of my 18-year-old self. That said, I got my first gym membership and personal trainer out of the deal. I worked out far and away more than the other contestants (an early sign of things to come) and I was ripped for the swimsuit competition. Apparently, however, that's not what the judges were looking for. Sigh.
What is your proudest parenting moment?
It certainly isn't right now. I have an errant 6-year-old refusing to go to bed. It's 9:30 p.m. (I'm a morning person, thank you) and I don't like myself as a mother at night. So it's quite likely all of my proud parenting moments take place early in the day.
Truly, though, I have lots of little moments that make me proud, and certainly I've got a ton of those head-fake moments (like last week when this old man stopped me in the grocery store to compliment me on my well-behaved children and for being a good mother -- what he didn't know is that they had just scarfed up their free "if you don't behave in the store you won't get a cookie!" cookie and I was using my "people are watching" voice.
The absolute proudest, though? I'd say surviving--even thriving--the year after my third daughter was born. I had three children under two. My choices were to crumble under the stress or rally. I rallied. When the next year rolled around we were having so much fun I didn't send my twins to preschool. Yes, you read that right. Second place goes to tying the sled around my waist with a dog leash and running the girls around the neighborhood after a fresh, thick coating of Minnesota snow.
What's your secret coping mechanism?