This weekend I had it all planned out – heading out to attempt my first run since last July when I broke my ankle. Before that my running was pretty sporadic since having C in September, from November to last July, I ran 200 miles total. I was averaging 150-200 a month before I had her. For my first run back this time I decided I wanted to take C in the stroller because I needed something to hold onto. B was going to be home and would be able to take care of the baby while we were out. Saturday morning came and things were going slower than I expected which put me in a bad mood. I knew it was going to be a hot day so I wanted to get done early. My stroller tires were flat since it wasn’t used since last July, I wasn’t dressed and B had no sense of urgency. It just hadn’t played out like how I had imagined in my head.
Finally, after a semi-argument, finding a way to pump up the tires, getting everyone ready to go and some encouraging words I decided it wasn’t too late and I set off. The first run this time wasn’t as jarring as it was with C, maybe I was better prepared for what to expect.
It wasn’t easy, and I felt pretty out of breath during a lot of it. Things… were in different places, but I thankfully wasn’t as self conscious as I was the first time. I didn’t worry about my pace or stopping to walk when I needed to. I felt really good and not like the inside of my body was going to fall out. I am really glad I pushed the stroller because it helped propel me forward and I didn’t feel so alone. We finished 2.5 miles and I was really happy with being able to run that distance.
After I had C, I think I expected running to feel exactly the same as I did before I had a baby, which looking back now, is a totally unrealistic expectation. This time around, I had anticipated for the different way I would feel and I think embraced it for what it was, instead of letting it discourage me.
This weekend, 3 years ago, I ran Mountains to Beach, had a huge personal best time and even though I didn’t realize it at the time, was in the best running shape of my life. Looking at the photos makes me realize how hard I worked to get there and so proud of what I accomplished. I know it will take time and some strategic planning on my part, along with commitment and motivation, but I’m actually really motivated to get back to running regularly. I didn’t feel nearly the same amount of motivation the first time around and I’m WAY less tired this time around. Maybe my body has adapted to this new limited sleep lifestyle but I’m just going with it.
So thank God for super tight sports bras, warm weather and a little extra motivation to get back into shape!