I did it!
Nearly 12 weeks after the birth of my son, I finally got up the courage and quit making excuses. Today I tackled my first run post-baby. Holy crap, it was hard.
At first, it was amazing to feel the fresh air and warm sun on my face as I ran up the street. That feeling was quickly replaced by burning lungs and hot cheeks. My legs were heavy and my abs were non-existent. I felt like I was pulling a load of bricks. I stopped to walk about one kilometre along. I ran 21.1 of these last year? Three times?!
I didn’t bring a Garmin or iPod. I didn’t have a game plan in mind. It was just to lace up and go, and see how far I could handle. I veered home after about 2.5 km.
I was totally expecting the first run to be tough. After all, according to DailyMile, my last run was six months ago. Definitely have a long way to go before I go rush to sign up for a 5K (although there is one in October I have my eye on).
It’s funny how much I was looking forward to running while dreading it at the same time.
Good thing the after-glow of a run (even a tough one), still feels so good. It’s just enough encouragement to give it another try in a couple more days.