sooooo.... before henry was born i signed up for this. realizing full well that i would only have 4 and a half months from the day henry was born until race day, i knew that if i didn't sign up before my stomach was sliced wide open and sewn back together and before i was suffering from serious sleep deprivation, i would never do something so seriously delusional.
but wait, you say. haven't you done this before?
apparently i'm glutton for punishment.
remember this? just last year? (which by the way seems like it was like 3 years ago) remember how much i fell in love with running? remember how i reached my goal weight? remember how i ended up conning 5 other people to join me? remember how i hurt my knee in the race and hadn't run more than like 3 miles since that day?
well, i was sure that the only way to get back in shape after baby # 2 was to have a goal and a commitment. that's right. commit me to something, and i WILL do it. even if it means training for a half in half the time.
i started running the day henry turned 6 weeks old. again - i hadn't run at all since i found out i was pregnant - so i was a little rusty, to say the least. i have not been nearly as psychotic about sticking to my running schedule as i was last year, and i think a lot of that has to do with the fact that last year my baby was already sleeping through the night when i started. henry? not so much.
up to this point, i had not yet really caught that fire that i felt last year. i haven't been super excited to hit the road and hadn't felt that same sense of accomplishment that i did each time i ran. in writing this post i have gone back to some of my old posts from the running blog and it has gotten me super pumped to go and change my life once again. and maybe i cried a little bit. maybe.
yesterday i ran 6 miles in the canyon and was able to catch up on life with a good friend at the same time. so, she may have thought she was going to die or at least puke, (she did neither, by the way), but we made it and i got such a rush when we were done. and bringing out that inner cheerleader in me (no- i was never a cheerleader, but you know what i mean) really gets me excited about what i am doing.
so, d-day is 6 weeks away. i'm looking forward to another something to be proud of. because, let's be honest - every mom (especially of babies) needs to be able to pat herself on the back every once in a while.
anyone else going to be in provo on august 8th and feel like taking a nice little 13.1 mile jog with me? you know you want to....
4 comments:
I don't know if I could ever do a 1/2. I once would have told you that I'd never be a runner, but that has changed so who knows. I hated running until the year Heather was in kindergarten and I was nearly late picking her up. I had to run to school to make it, and for the first time in my life, I didn't feel like I was going to have a heart attack after 1 min 30 sec. It must have been the half year of walking to school and back that prepped me. So I started jogging and really liked it. But that's about all I've done. My longest jog/run has been 3 miles, and that's about all I ever feel like doing. It could be that I'm 41 and my body doesn't always feel like doing what my heart/spirit want to do. ;) But I am content that I can run 3 miles at my age. I am glad that my girls are growing up watching their mom be active. I didn't get to see my mom every do anything active. I realize that I thought she was old my whole life. At least my girls won't remember me being 40 and sedentary. Maybe they'll know that life isn't over at 40. That would be a great legacy to leave them.
I am so proud of you! You know I wish I could do it with you but we'll maybe just have to wait until next year to run one together. I definitely want more running posts!
I would wanna do it if I were there!
oh i wish i could. you're going to do great, though! and i promise you'll be more stoked about running when you're not so tired. :)
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