Include Your Kids in Your Daily Exercise

Working Out Doesn't Always Mean Running On A Treadmill

Include Your Kids in Your Daily Exercise

Just a little over two years ago my life changed when I took up the sport of speed skating. It also made me realize how out of shape I was. The once a week classes literally left me breathless. Three laps around the track and my legs were burning, five and I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t even finish a 13 ½ lap race—by lap 9 or 10 I’d have to slowly make my way to the centre of the ice and watch the others finish.

My lack of fitness spurred me on to become more active and I slowly started adding more exercise into my life. It’s not always easy. There’s a lot of schedule-juggling, early mornings, late nights, and self-motivation. But the fact is, it's not always possible to work out when my kids aren't home so on the days when they are around I include them in whatever I'm doing. It's not always a smooth road because kids can be, well, kids. My husband and I have always made a point of being active with our kids because ultimately we want to lead by example and show them living an active life is a choice–one we choose to make so we can be around for them for a long time to come.

Here are a few things I've learned to get your kids involved in your activities (and you in theirs).

The first, yet hardest, step is to begin. Before you do anything you need to make the commitment to yourself to be more active.*

I understand that you’re tired at the end of the day and it’s difficult to make time. When I was given my first week’s workout schedule for the triathlon I thought there was no way I could fit it all in, but I did because I made the commitment to myself to do it. Here's the good news! You don't even need a large chunk of time because even short bouts of exercise in increments of ten-minutes or more can have health benefits.

And I know you’ve got ten minutes because you’re sitting here reading this, aren’t you?

Exercise does not necessarily mean going to the gym to lift weights or running on a treadmill. I’ve worked up a sweat playing street hockey with my son, having a parents VS kids water gun fight (we won), and challenging my boys to races in the park across the street (they annihilated me).

Go for a walk, ride your bikes, or when your kids are playing at the park, get up off the bench and join them. Opportunities present every day—take advantage of them.

My boys have been participating in races since they were 3 1/2 and 5. The reason we’ve been able to do it so successfully is because we adapt to their abilities. My older son can run a 5k while my younger son will walk/run the distance so my husband and I tag team. I run with the older one while he walks with the younger.

The main point is that we all cross the finish line.

Also, don’t push too hard. This summer our family went to a speed skating dryland training program once a week. A few weeks in my younger son decided he would rather play in the park than run around a field with us. We didn’t force him to participate and eventually he joined us again for the run portion. But even if he hadn’t that would have been okay, he was being active in his way, and we were being active in ours.

We have a complete gym in our basement that includes a treadmill, spinning bike, and free weights. Our boys have been taught how to properly use all of our equipment and we’ve established rules and boundaries according to their age and maturity level. Once they learned the proper usage, we’ve had many evenings when I’ve been working out and my boys have joined me. It’s also spurred on interesting discussions about why it’s important to be active. One of my greatest discoveries is that your kids will talk to you more when they’re immersed in an activity.

Listen, it’s not always going to be easy. I’ve had days where I haven’t wanted to train and on those days it was the support and encouragement from my friends and family (and Twitter) that kept me going.



Kid-Friendly Pranks

The War Is On

Kid-Friendly Pranks

Yesterday I brushed my teeth with a toothbrush that had been soaked in lemon juice. This morning at 5:00 a.m. I was woken up by a very loud alarm clock that had been hidden under my bed.

It seems my two little rambunctious boys have discovered the world of pranks and practical jokes. But they are also about to discover their mother doesn’t like jumping out of bed while it’s still dark and stumbling around half asleep trying to find an alarm clock hidden in her room.

They want a prank war? It's on like Donkey Kong. They've underestimated my need for revenge and the fact that I have access to people across the world wide web.

So tell me...What are some pranks I can play on my kids that (a) are safe and (b) aren't mean-spirited and (c) won’t end with me having to clean up a mess.

Things are about to get interesting at Casa DeVellis.


Snow Plow Parenting

The New Parenting Label Du Jour

Snow Plow Parenting

First it was Helicopter Parenting. Then to negate the hovering, Free-Range Parenting became the new term du jour. Let us not forget the Tiger Mom.

Yesterday as I was driving home from a speed skating meet a news story came on about Snow Plow Parenting. A snow plow parent pushes life’s obstacles out of a child’s way in an effort to ensure he or she succeeds.

It was ironic that I was listening to this news report because (a) I was driving through a freak snowstorm and would have given my right arm for a snow plow and (b) I had just spent nine hours at an arena watching my son skate and although he had a fantastic meet getting a new personal best on his 500m time, he felt he did terrible because he came in last for each of his races.

But this isn’t about him. This is about all of us.

Can we just stop labeling? Because quite frankly I think each of us has a little “helicopter/free-range/tiger mom/snow plow/whatever new term you’re going to come up with” in us.

When my oldest son was a mere toddler I couldn’t imagine him going to the park without me. Now he does, but he has a cell phone so we can text each other if we need to. Does this make me free-range or a hoverer?

Yesterday at the speed skating meet I tried to make him feel better when he was near tears at his perceived losses. When he told me he felt like he was going to lose his next race too, I told him we might as well leave because with an attitude like that he would. Was I coddling him or too militant?

The other day my son was given an extra day to finish a web project because a glitch on the school computer erased his work. But when he worked on it at home, the editing program was showing up differently on our computer. After attempting to help him for an hour I wrote his teacher an email to tell him that we weren’t able to do it and to ask if my son could have time in class the next day to work on it.

Was this me snow plowing?

I sent my other son to hockey practice today even though he has a cold. Does that mean I’m a Tiger Mom?

Here’s the thing. I don’t think I’m any of them. I’m simply a mom who’s trying to figure it out and making it up as I go along. There may be days when I over or under compensate but this does not make me into a certain type of parent.

We are not a media-hyped label, we are all parents trying to figure it out. And guess what? Here’s a news flash. We’re all going to make mistakes along the way.

Get over it.

Tired of the labels.