I pride myself on being a guy who is open to new things, but a baby jogger exercise club? That is a stretch even for me. This past weekend was my second visit to the baby jogger exercise club my wife attends. On my first visit I was assured that dads join in on Saturdays. Despite my suspicions I went along. As we approached, I could plainly see I would be the only potty trained male.
Here I am in a public park with 11 babies and 11 moms talking about getting their bodies back, and I am being invited to do jogger jazzercise! I couldn’t help but laugh at myself for having gotten into this situation. I am talking “kick and reach and squeeze”, the whole nine yards.
You know that saying “fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me”? Well shame on me! On my second visit the husband of the instructor stops by toward the end, he extends a hand and tells me that other dads are missing this week and some of them are even former NCAA D1 ball players. He obviously didn’t remember seeing me out there the week before (sole dad then too).
Any time spent with my wife and son is great, and the ladies are all very nice. The group is great for moms and dads (so I am told) who don’t get to the gym like they use to before Jr. arrived. Perhaps this is one time where being a Primo Papa doesn’t mean you have to be an “everywhere, all the time” Papa.
