For more than a year, I’ve been trying to wrangle fitness back into my life. To, you know, stay sane. And, to shed some of this craziness that two babies in four years has done to my body. What I’m talking about is consistently getting in a real workout two to three times a week. The kind of exercise that gets my heart rate up, makes some of that endorphin magic happen and unplugs me from the daily mom scene for at least 30 minutes.