Anyone who has known me since I graduated from college knows that I can be sort of a fanatic about exercise. I ran all kinds of races: adventure races, 5Ks, 10Ks, half marathons, a marathon and many triathlons. Things have necessarily changed since we started our family, but the problem is, I'm still the same inside. I still think I should be in good enough shape to go out and run a half marathon any old weekend. That's why it's so frustrating to have to start from '0' after each child. Don't get me wrong, the children are tottaly worth it, it's just really frustrating.
So, it's been a month since the baby has been sleeping through the night reliably (it is a dream come true to finally have a baby that will do it all my herself). I've had a month to mend my sleep deficite. I have come to accept the fact that 15-20 minutes a day isn't doing anything for the last of my pregnancy weight. At least 75% of my pants still don't fit. So, Sunday night I told Tyler it was time for me to get back on "the program".
I don't know why I have to announce these things out in public. Because in the back of little minds, unconscious plans to sabotage are born. All the sudden, husbands want to stay up late and talk, and children do their best to ensure that you don't sleep enough to want to drag yourself out of bed in the morning while it's still dark.
11:00 pm - finally setttle in to sleep
3:00 am - alarm clock rings. what the heck? my watch alarm hadn't rung, which is what i usually use to get up in the mornings. i didn't know it wasn't actually 6:30 am until I stumbled into the bathroom and saw that my watch said 3 am. someone changed the time and turned on the alarm.
4:00 am - falling back asleep...at last! now i hear the baby crying. argh! what in the world? she wants to socialize tonight.
5:00 am - climb back into bed....and the coughing starts. poor tyler is getting over some dread disease.
5:55 am - watch alarm rings. UGH. oh well, i was already awake.
I'd like to say that I had the best time exercising. But I didn't. It's pretty dark still at 6 am and it's a little disorienting. And, the first time back is always painful. I can feel parts of my body giggle that I'd rather not. I can feel my shrunken muscles struggle through the unbelievably slow jog from marker to marker until I decide I have to walk. It'll be a month or maybe two before I can run the 5 or 6 miles I like to run. I know it will get easier every time, but it's a hard road to travel.
If you're trying to get in shape too, I hope it helps to know that someone else is suffering too!
2 days down!!
