I’ve been wanting to write about this for ages. But then life happens, and internet fasting gets in the way, and here I am with a thousand things I want to write about swimming around in my grey matter and they’re all fighting so hard to get out that I feel like I’m not going to write any one of them coherently.
I’m going to bore you my fitness chronicles, because … well, because it’s what I feel like talking about right now, k?
The running? It is awesome. My body is awesome. Who knew that a body can run if you let it?! Not me! My feet can run one step and then another and then thousands more and all of a sudden I’m all the way across town. Now that is amazing. I know I’ve said it before, but I never thought I could run. Actually, I had myself convinced that the best I would ever be able to do would MAYBE be a 5k.
Now I laugh in your face, self-imposed limitations!
On Valentine’s day, I ran a 5k race. In under 30 minutes. That might not seem fast to you? But I was pretty impressed with my zoominess. That also means that I shaved 4 minutes off my 5k time in a little less than a year. Being able to document my improvement like that is such an incredible feeling.
And now my runs take me to places I used to balk about BIKING to 9 or 10 miles away. It continues to blow my mind. My legs are looking mighty defined these days. And my old clothes are starting to fit again.
Oh, and did I tell you? That I’ve lost the baby weight? My first weigh-in at the OB was in the arena of 10 pounds ago. Now, I have to qualify this a little bit before you pat my back too emphatically. I got pregnant in November. Fat season. I don’t really do all that well with self-control around mounds of delicious food. So, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years? 5-10-15 lbs.... I was one of those lucky ladies that wasn’t nauseated at all in the first trimester – or really ever. Just the opposite – anything not tied down was in my face. My jaws were always working the cookies and stuffing and sweets and gravy and, and, and! This is to say, I don’t consider my first weigh-in at 11 weeks as my “starting weight.”
I am now at a comfortable Couple Pounds Above My Previous Normal weight. Which is really quite nice.
Mostly, though, I’m so excited about running that pants fitting is a pleasant side effect. Nights before my long runs I can’t sleep because I’m excited to get out there on my own. Just me and my shoes and the street and my iPod. And we kick butt.