Earlier this week I headed to the gym (WHAT!) and was bound and determined to knock out 3 miles. Adam has been absolutely destroying his workouts lately, most days getting in two workouts a day. He’s doing amazing and needless to say is really making me jealous! Used to, he loathed running and dreaded going to the gym, but now he’s killing it and is really proud of himself. It’s extra motivating now that he’s found his stride and is enjoying his workouts, and I’m itching to get back into my own rhythm. Which I’ve only said a billion times this year, so who knows if you even believe me this time. But, now that we’re past Adeline’s first birthday, I feel like I finally have the mind capacity and time to make it happen. So Monday night, I started.
Adam took bedtime bottle duty so I could go to the gym right after bath time. I think one reason I’ve been so slow at actually committing to getting back into the gym is simply being in denial that hardly any of my pre-baby workout clothes, fit. Like, seriously. They don’t fit. Was I just tiny before I had Adeline, or what because I don’t know how they were ever baggy. My tights and shorts are mostly fine, tighter than usual, but most of my tops are a no-go. At least in my mind they are. I think I’m finally sick of this being a sad, stupid excuse and I have got to actually get my butt back to the gym a few times a week or I’m going to go insane. I just feel like this first year of parenthood has been so consuming in every way that the last thing I wanted to do was go to the gym when I’m already super tired, and then feel defeated because I’m now incredibly out of shape and just nowhere near the shape I was in two years ago.
IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN THOUGH! This girl is going to run again on a regular basis, and not say she’s going to, and then not.
So Monday. I ran 3 miles. In under 35 minutes. And let me tell you, that is a huge accomplishment. I can’t even believe that running 3 miles in under 35 minutes is a big deal, but that’s where we’re at, so we’re going to celebrate! It’s embarrassing and humbling, but at this point, I really don’t care because you know what? I grew a freaking human, then birthed said human, then kept said human alive and thriving for a year, and that is a much greater accomplishment that being able to run my old 5k times! Yet. We’ll get there. I have no plans of popping out another baby in the immediate future, so I’m hoping to take this next year to get back into shape, take some time to myself, and enjoy our little family being active and healthy together!
^^^Wore my new Feetures socks!
Mile 1 – 10:54 pace (LOL at that, but whatever!)
Mile 2 – 10:54 –> 10:13 pace (also LOL)
Mile 3 – 10:54 at first, then finished at 9:40 (Not so LOL, but getting faster! Also thought I might die. Wowzers that felt fast!)
I really enjoyed my run though! I walked for a few seconds between each mile, but other than that I just tried to take it for what it was and accept that I’m a turtle now and not get discouraged! I listened to my marathon training playlist, and it’s amazing how much your favorite songs can help!
I’m going to try and go tonight – I couldn’t go Tuesday night or Wednesday night, so I have to make time today and one more time before Monday. At least that’s my goal! I think 3x a week is 100% doable if I will just stop being lazy! As I eat leftover birthday cake and drink my second cup of coffee…
Wish me luck! From one mother runner to another – this crap is hard!