Once again I have let time skip by without any posts.
The condensed version of why, is that I’m a mom now…and I have little to, no free time. As it is right now, I’m passing up much needed sleep and hoping she won’t wake up anytime soon so that I can type this update quickly on my phone…
I delivered at 41 weeks. It was a long pregnancy, and although each day felt long – the time flew by.
She is healthy and happy…well except for the occasional grumpy look she casts my way.
Life with her is extremely different than my old life.
Parenting is hard. But, I love her.
I’m only 6 weeks in, and although I don’t anticipate things to ever really be easy – I’m hopeful I will get better at it.
With such a drastic life change, exercise has been difficult. (I laugh now, because I thought fitting in exercise was difficult before…I was wrong.) The first 5 weeks, I think I went on 2 short walks. That was much different than than my post pregnancy vision I dreamed up. I thought I’d be able to go on morning walks every day…
That just screams newbie.
In real life – I could barely function. I was (and still am) exhausted, both mentally and physically. It hurt to walk, I needed to recover from my labor and delivery and all of the stuff that came with that. The two walks I went on, took every ounce of energy that I had and it hurt.
Then at week 5 I went to the Dr and was cleared for exercise with the instruction to start slow. That evening I opened my Nike Training Club app and attempted a beginner workout.
It was hard. Jumping exercises were difficult and awkward. Ab exercises felt almost impossible. I worried the whole time that she would wake up during my workout. I had to pause a few times to check on her, and once to pee… that was annoying.
Unfortunately, that was the only workout I could fit in that week.
Then on Sunday of last week, I attempted my first walk/jog. It had been months and months since I legitimately ran. So I knew this would he difficult, not just because I haven’t run for a long time, but because I’m 20 lbs heavier, tired, out of shape, and really just mentally out of the game. At first I was set to run for 30 seconds and walk for 5 minutes. But then I felt like that was too slow…so I changed the walk portion to 3 minutes.
The first 30 run segment hurt so bad. And so did the 2nd…and the 3rd.
I started to feel discouraged. As soon as I hit the 30 seconds I needed to stop running just to catch my breath. I kind of wanted to quit.
But, I continued on. And ultimately ran/walked a 5k. Once I was finished I was so excited.
Once a runner, always a runner.
I had to run circles in front of my house to make the .10 for the official 5k.
Pushing a jogging stroller changes running a lot. It changed my form, and it adds weight. I struggled to get comfortable with both.
Did it make me miss the old days of single/free running?
Hell yes. A lot.
But, this is a new adventure. And a new physical, and if I am honest – mental challenge.
I am having a hard time making time for exercise.
I was supposed to go this morning at 7am. Instead, after a restless night with the little one, and what feels like a cold – I ended up sleeping right through my alarm. By the time I actually got up and was functioning it was almost 11am and the temperature outside was already 95°.
Now, I’m literally sitting here in my gym clothes…typing this blog that has actually taken me 3 days to type – because she’s asleep on my lap. She’s fought her naps all day, so I have left her sleep without moving just so she can rest and I can have a break. (Daddy is at work.)
So…I’m hoping that tomorrow – tomorrow I will wake up on time and beat the sun so I can try to run.
It’s not easy…
But now, I’m a mother runner. 🏃