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!!
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ooooh I'm sorry. I thought I was doing well in my preparations to transition to the five fingers shoes, unfortunately I didn't listen to the advice to start slow and I damn near tore ruptured my achilies. Then I didn't stay off it and now it's been two months of "I can't stand it any more I have to run, Oh crap now I can't run for another week. I've lost speed and endurance and I can't stand starting over. I can't imagine the comeback it takes after 9 months, stay strong, and punch tyler in the throat if he coughs
Wait. It's only going to take you a month to get back up to 5-6 miles?? It's going to take me 5-6 years.
I'm just getting back on the exercise wagon after a month of colds going around our house--all of which I caught. It stinks how fast your endurance goes. And while Newty taught me to make delicious onions on the river, I don't know if his advice about punching Tyler in the throat will help his cough go away any quicker...just sayin'.
As the medically trained half of the Stirling couple, I concur with Newty...punch him in the throat.
so glad to know that someone else is starting over. Kirk signed me up for a 5 mile run in Moab (while he is doing the Moab 1/2). Last week I tried running for the first time in months. painfully slow with muscles saying what the heck?
oh man, 6am. you inspire me!
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