There are very few couples with kids that come to November Project. Usually one of the parents stays home to take care of the little ones, while the other one comes to run the stairs, crush some hills, roll around in the mud, sprint in the snow, or swim in the Boston Harbor. How parenting duties are divided we wont go into details as the complexity of negotiations, and bargaining chips used, should be a blog post itself. But one thing that we don’t hear all that much about is what November Project is doing for the inner-marital competition. Our friend Erika Anderson, shares her insights…
Last week I attended all three November Project sessions: burpees at City Hall Plaza (where were YOU, Mayor Walsh?), PR day at the stadium (posing with the #PR_Pig), dinosaurs on Summit (dressed as mammal, not reptile). This, however, is par for the course for hundreds in our city, not to mention the rest of the United States. It is, actually, par for the course in my own house. My husband has been attending November Project religiously – one even may say cultishly – since first reading about it in Runner’s World last November. For months, I’ve heard tales of burpees in the snow, shovels on Summit, PR’s at Harvard. A third of his laundry is spray painted, and we even have a stroller that sports the NP logo. read more
