Not only am I trying to run postpartum after a hiatus from ANY form of physical activity, I realized the other day while trying to lug around, oh say, 40 more pounds than usual, that I have never run at this weight before. When I started running I was about 20 pounds lighter. It's the perfect storm. When I said before that this is the bit of training where it gets difficult. When you start running more than you walk...I meant it. And it did get hard. And I got discouraged. And I skipped a few runs. And then tried to redeem myself this week. I feel like I'm failing. And while I know I won't FAIL, because I will persevere, I'm struggling right now.
Interestingly enough, cardiovascularly, I feel that I have a slight edge. I'm not that winded when I run. It's my legs, butt, core that can't handle it. And really, I feel that breathing was harder to master than building muscle so that's the good news I have.
And time. I have no time. Now that I'm back at work, it's hard to fit everything in. Now I only get to see Clare for about 3 hours each evening before she goes to bed. Some of that is dinner time for me and my husband and then add a 1/2 hour into that for running. Ok. I'll admit, when I type it out it doesn't seem like that much effort. Even to me. But for some reason, I never feel like I have the time and I always default to my baby. And I feel that is as it should be. She's a baby. I want to be with her. We'll have to find a way. That's all.
In the mean time I'll be plodding along, one foot in front of the other at about 4 mph with my flashers on in the slow lane.
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