I'm not sure we can call what I did a "run". It was more of a
And it went about as terribly as you can imagine.
You know that feeling when you run and you're in a groove and your legs just seem to move on their own, like air.
Yea, that didn't happen at all. It was like a herd of elephants stamping up the trail. My legs felt like I had 20...no...30 pound weights on them.The deflated balloon that is now my postpartum belly was jiggling like it's never jiggled before. I made it a total of about 20 feet each time before my heavy breathing almost took out people in the opposing direction and I thought it safest for all involved I just walk for a second. And by walk, I mean go ever so slightly slower than I currently was, because, well, my jog wasn't really much more than a walk pace. Somehow, I thought it'd be a good idea to "jog" just a little more and each time, my knees almost buckled under the stress.
Even better, I ran the first few months of my pregnancy so it's not like it's been THAT long since I was a somewhat physically fit person. Ok, so most of the winter I sat on my couch complaining about the thought of going outside, but I remember quite a few brisk November days jogging around the pond by our house. I would have considered that a jog.
I do not consider what I did last night a jog.
So for all you new moms out there, thinking about getting back in the game, and then feeling more like hiding under the covers a few weeks longer while your belly hopefully goes back to a somewhat normal size. You're not alone. I'm right here with you! It will probably take me a few days to build up the self esteem to go out in public again, but I will do it. Heck, I might even go for another run this week.
And by run, I mean walk around my block. Slowly. As to not cause destruction to the neighbors houses.