Yesterday the baby turned 2-months-old. Today I decided, on a whim, to go for my first post-baby run. To be honest, I haven’t thought about running since my last run in April, when I was just 5 months pregnant. Today, though, I felt up for a short run.
It was a cloudy 40º day out; not exactly my favorite weather for running. I wasn’t even sure what to wear, but I knew if I thought about the weather too much I would chicken out. I quickly threw on a running tank, running pants, a long-sleeve T-shirt, and tied a pink bandanna on my head. I stretched, put on my mom’s old running shoes (mine are too small post-baby), turned on some Lady Gaga, and headed out the door.
I’ve had a few opportunities to be out on my own since the baby’s been born, thanks to Paul’s extended leave from work. On all of those occasions I still had the baby in the back of my mind. However, during my run, all I could think about was the run. It was the first time I didn’t feel bogged down with “mom fog” as well. It felt so good to get out and just run without having to think about all the other things I needed to do that day. I am a stay-at-home-mom; I don’t work outside the home, so running is my one chance to get away and do something that makes me feel good.
I felt that I should probably assess my current physical state since it’s been so long since I have run. I have the Adidas miCoach app on my phone that has an assessment workout that I like, which lasts 12 minutes. I thought that was perfect for my first run. I’m not ashamed at the fact that sometimes I can only go a mile or two. I learned early on that I do not enjoy running if I push myself too far. Sometimes a mile is all I can do and that’s OK.
My plan was to do the assessment, which begins and ends with two minutes of walking, and then I’d run home. However, my favorite running song came on as I made it to my corner, so I felt obligated to continue on the run. That is what I love about running. There’s nothing that says you can’t keep going.
How I did!!
The last two blocks of my run were the most difficult. My favorite song had finished and I was running into the wind. I was pretty tired and regretting not wearing gloves by the time I got home. However, I was greeted by a happy baby who had just woken up from a nap and been fed when I went in the door and that made the whole run worth it.