I woke up this morning with legs that felt like jelly. I had a painful flash back to high school lacrosse...we lost one championship game in my entire high school lacrosse career, and as punishment, our coach made us do lunges across the football field, stopping only when one of my teammates threw up (i know...great coach, huh?). Oh, what fond memories.
So what, you might ask, triggered that memory? Strawberry picking....which apparently, when picking with a 25 pound baby strapped to your chest, results in the same pain as football fields worth of lunges. Good to know.
But stay with me here...this story has a point. For those of us that enjoy multi-tasking (and really, who doesn't), strawberry picking with a baby offers the perfect workout. And the best part about it- you get to spend a perfect afternoon at the farm, come home and bake a fresh strawberry rhubarb crumble with your hard-won loot.