The Night I Got Bro’d

A couple months ago we moved into a new house and like most people when they have kids it takes a really long time to get the house back in order. At our old house I had a grand little work-out corner of a treadmill, hand weights, stability ball, and yoga/pilates mat. Our new house has plenty potential for a future “work out corner,” but for now that’s not happening. Between that and Chicago winters, I decided to go with a gym membership.

I Goldilocks’d it a bit and checked out a few gyms. One never would have been staffed at times I would not be using it (and considering it was 10 bucks a month-I imagined plenty of creepos might get a membership just to be creeps), another was very expensive but lovely, another just not enough of the good stuff, and lastly I found the perfect little spot with one downside-the “bro-factor.”

So, I decided to go full-bro (please note dry humor here). It’s a big step to go from a comfortable home gym to a large gym with bro’s, but in my mind it’s more important to be healthy and exercise than live in that fear. The night I got signed up was the night I got bro’d.

The guy asked me, “What you plan to do here?”

“Uh, use.. the .. gym? I mean, like.. everything? I want to use the treadmill, elliptical, bikes, classes, weights, and the pool.”

“But you got a plan?”

“A plan?”

“Yeah, a plan.”

“Ughhh, no… Just exercising.”


Or at least that’s what it felt like. The way he acted after that was as if it was the worst possible thing to not have a plan! Even when I was asked how often I would be coming, (because of work and kids) I said anywhere between 3-5 times a week. He of course said, “You won’t get results if you only come in 3 times.” Okay, dude, hold up, you should just be happy that someone wants to use your gym and also exercise period. In my book even if someone can get out and exercise once a week that’s better than nothing! We should be encouraging each other, and gym life doesn’t always have to be about “the results.” Maybe my “results” are as simple as getting out of the house, working out, and feeling good!

He ended up giving me two free passes to work with a personal trainer, and then he had me meet the full-bro trainer. I’ve worked with a trainer before, but not a bro-trainer!

Bro-trainer told me, “You got to eat a little something before our session, cause I don’t want you to pass out on me. I mean it’s a really hard workout, and I don’t feel like being passed out on.”


Work Out in Peace

Pump the breaks dude, seriously?

I will be working with the bro-trainer (at a future date) so stay tuned!

All in all, despite being lightly bro’d, it wasn’t too bad, and the real point is to be healthy and work out. So if you are nervous about getting bro’d too, just know that the main times you might be dealing with them is at sign up (or questions), but for the most part when you’re working out it’s just you and your body, you being healthy, and you being your own best bro.



The 10k that Almost Happened

This morning as we (my two kids and I) smoothly headed out the door to my 10k run, my car wouldn’t start. It did get into the 20s last night, and we all know what the cold can do to batteries, so with some hope we (my husband and I) attempted jumping my car. I optimistically declared that I would nickname my car “Frankenstein’s Monster” if it started, but after an hour of charging, we declared it officially dead. Sorry Dr. Frankenstein, it didn’t work.

At this point I am shaking my head wondering, “How is this even possible?” I think back to everything that I did to prep for our morning and smooth transition out the door. I had clothes laid out, bottles made, food prepped, and even driving maps printed out (just in case my phone’s GPS didn’t work), but somehow I missed my car’s battery dying overnight.

It wasn’t even just an ordinary run. Two weeks ago I decided that I would attempt this run with my two kids bundled up  in the jogging stroller (at this particular event, strollers were allowed) and I would run it while my husband was in class (he is getting his doctorate). Normally I would have probably just said, “Oh well, he’s busy, no one to watch the kids, I better stay at home,” but this time I thought, “You know what? I am going to continue living my life even if he’s busy. I’m going to take charge, take my kids, and go for this run!” Over this past week things were looking up for the run even. I found someone, my cousin, to join me, and I even found someone, my brother-in-law, to watch the kids while I did the run! Everything seemed to be working out!

But then the car wouldn’t start.

I decided today, after maybe 5-10 minutes of total misery, that instead of focusing on missing my 10k (and a deceased car) that I should focus on the fact that I was willing to move past all the “excuse obstacles” and say, “Yes! I am doing this run!”

So when life gives you lemons, say screw the lemons and live!

Life gives you lemons? Screw the lemons, make muffins!

Life gives you lemons? Screw the lemons, make muffins!