Day 8 of NaBloPoMo.
It’s been 263 days since I went for a run. 263 days of sitting on my ass, eating countless buckets of ice cream, chocolate, Twizzlers, oh and gestating a human being (well, that’s more like 200 days). 263 days of weight gain (yes, yes, I was pregnant), but now that that’s all done, I have 20 lbs to shed. I don’t intend on losing it too fast as I still want to continue nursing. I just feel out of shape, in more ways than one, and it was time to saddle up!
So, I woke up this morning determined to do one thing – go for a run. I told husband early that this was the plan. I slowly got ready while the baby slept. I ate some breakfast with the kids, had my morning cup of coffee [wink, wink] and got dressed.
This is when it first starts getting depressing. My running pants are snug. My sports bra was tight, but I was wearing it on top of my nursing bra for extra support, so that was to be expected. Finally, the running shirt. Ugh. Tight, ill-fitting and showcased the “muffin top”. Oh, you don’t know what a muffin top is? Go google it! I am NOT publishing a picture.
The baby woke up, I fed him and handed him off to daddy. I kissed the kids goodbye (both are home sick today) and off I went. count
The first minute was a brisk walk. I used the MapMyRun app on my phone. I have it set to tell me the minute intervals. At 2 minutes, I started running at my usual pace and a minute in, I was huffing a bit. It’s about 3 degrees Celsius today, and a bit windy, so my chest started to burn. I ran through it and at 4 minutes, back to a walking pace. I continued this interval for about 20 minutes and 2.52 km. When I got home, I was quite winded but it took only a few minutes to recover. I did some yoga stretching, a few sit-ups, and I was done. Done like dinner. I suspect I will be quite sore tomorrow, but I think it’ll be worth it.