Workout in the Apple Orchard

Today I did squats. But not the tediously boring, well counted type of squat that you find at a gym or in a class. These were squats that happened unexpectedly, and happened often and have left my legs feeling strong, tight, and absolutely defeated.
Who, you ask, can defeat the quads of the local group instructor squat guru who preaches to her classes on a daily basis that we WILL have the best dearer on the block?....A 19 month old future Olympic sprinter in an Apple Orchard. Maybe it's in his blood? But I kid you not, it was a great workout.
We ran backwards, and forwards, and shuffled sideways to block a pass. He ran under the tree, I did a squat shuffle to keep up. Through the tree, back through the tree. An obvious game for him, and an unexpected cardio session for me.
Our workout not only included the constant sprints, jogs, and side shuffling squats, it also consisted of taking off into a sprint from a squatting position. You see, when Ethan decided he liked an apple, or pointed to one, I, being the tentative mother that I am, would squat down to pick his favorite fruit. After holding the squat for a few seconds, I would look up to see Ethan AT THE OTHER END OF THE ISLE, picking up a bruised, half eaten apple off the ground and moving it towards his open mouth. So there, from a squatting position, I would sprint to him. He would then drop the apple and run away at top speed cracking up with absolute joy.
In addition, to this 31 lb bundle of pure "boy" I was with my little beauties who were quietly climbing up trees picking the "perfect" apples with "no boo boos" and cracking up watching the workout unfold. Often, I was asked to "shoulder press" my five year old to the top of the tree to pick out an apple or two.
After about an hour of picking/running, and squatting, shoulder pressing, everyone decided it was time for lunch....everyone except Ethan who continued to sprint the opposite way that everyone was walking. It was pretty apparent that Ethan wasn't ready to "quit" or give up. He would look at you, ignore any call or signal that you wanted him to follow you, smile and turn around and sprint in the opposite direction. Out of desperation to compromise with Ethan and end our workout, I let his older sister run ahead of me with him while I had the Radio flyer wagon filled with lunches/drinks/blankets and a 5 year in my left hand and a wheel barrel full of ($50) apples (I obviously wasn't monitoring the cleaning out of the isle). Did I mention I was pulling and fast pace walking/jogging. It mustve absolutely been a sight to see. Once I reached the end of the Isle, he decided to crawl into the wheel barrel full of apples to do some sampling.....lucky....
For some reason, we decided to go to isle #21...the very last isle of apples at the orchard. The walk back to hay/picnic area was quite a distance away, and even then the hay was at the bottom of a hill....I seriously thought about offering a class like this at the studio. Would it be called, "Chase Liz's pre Olympic 19 month old sprinter for an hour non stop, shoulder press her Kindergartner, then carry two wheel barrels filled with children, groceries and apples uphill for 20 min"
I wonder if anyone would show up? What a great Sunday.....