Workout

For over a year I was happily working out at the local YMCA. It was clean, frequented by lots of other mummys and had a playroom for the little munchies. I felt good and maybe even looked a little better too.

Then the green part of my brain stepped in.

In just driving to the YMCA three times a week I was traveling 84 hours per year. 84 hours! That was insane! So much pollution and wasted time. All so I could bounce around on an elliptical machine and possibly lift a weight or two.

After quitting the YMCA and months of performing "visual workouts", I finally joined the gym closest to my house.

It takes me 90 seconds to drive door-to-door.

Ninety seconds, to and from the gym, three times a week. That's nine minutes of driving per week. Four hundred sixty-eight minutes of driving a year. Only seven point eight hours a year. 7.8!

That is assuming that I drive to each gym visit. My goal is to walk whenever I can.

I went from 84 hours of driving to the gym down to 7.8 hours. That's 76.2 less hours of my station wagon spewing yucky pollutants into the air.

That's 76.2 more hours that I can work out this year....Nah! Probably not.

The Gym

Yesterday morning I dropped my girlie off at the bus stop and headed toward the gym with my little guy. I make the trip three to four times a week in the colder months.

But yesterday I started thinking about my trip to the gym and the impact it has on the earth.

I chose the YMCA first, because there aren't many options around here. They also have a beautiful zero-entry pool for the kids to get some exercise and have fun in the colder months. They have an amazing gym with tons of equipment and friendly people. They have a certain kickboxing class that I love and spinning classes that I aspire to try someday. The best gym perk for a mummy with little ones is the childcare room that my little guy actually likes.

Over the summer I suspended my Y membership because I was hiking, biking and swimming both with the kids and when they were both in camp. Now that 40 degree temperatures are here and my little guy is with me all of the time, with the exception of a few nursery school hours, the gym is the only option.

For the first time yesterday I timed my drive. 14 minutes. That's 28 minutes round trip. If I visit the YMCA three times a week, that's 112 minutes per week. 504 minutes per month. 5040 minutes or 84 hours of driving over the school year.

84 hours of driving!?!

I can picture 84 hours worth of emissions spewing from my station wagon and I'm beginning to feel ill.

Yes, I walk the three minutes to the dentist and give myself a pat on the back. But now I DRIVE 84 hours in a year just to use the elliptical, kick a bag and lift a few weights.

You may say just buy a workout DVD or run around the block a few times. Trust me when I say that I have tried and failed. Trust me when I say that my blood pressure and other assorted old lady-type problems are finally in control now that I joined the Y. Trust me when I say that my kids are more active and happy in the winter now that they can swim and rock climb instead of staying home coloring or watching TV.

Do I put my body and health before the earth's health?

What is a girl like me to do?