When did play become work?

Somewhere between the age of 17 and 20 I lost the ability to play. It was a slow progression that began in high school. Running becomes training, an extra fun bonus that accompanies playing a sport. Then, there is weight-training, shoot arounds and practices. In high school, I dreaded all these additions, but I did them (most of the time) because I loved game-time; and I wanted to play, not ride the pine. Currently, with my days filled I squeeze in working out at the gym during lunch or after the Dude goes to bed.

My dilemma, like other moms, is this - I would rather play with my little guy than hit the gym. Of course I know being fit helps me to keep up with him, and elevates stress (feeling and looking better in clothes is additional bonus), but I already spend ten hours a day away from him. This working mom gig is harder than anyone tells you for one simple reason. I want my cake and to eat it too. I want to workout; I want to work; and I want to spend time with the Dude. I don't want to choose, but in life I prioritize. Somedays I can't get it in. I hate those days and scheme where else I can squeeze it in. Or shorten my routine to fit in 30 minutes by breaking up my cardio or weight-training routine. It takes a commitment to get all of this done - no messing around. Oprah once said, "You can have it all, just not at the same time". To this I say, "Watch me".