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.