Pushing Through

Things learned in the past 24 hours:

  • Sometimes babies will cry and there is absolutely no cause for it. I may have already known this to be true, but I feel like it finally sunk in yesterday.
  • When faced with the option to have a beer before or after your run, always go with after. You will run faster knowing what awaits you at home.
  • If the forecast says 65 and zero humidity in July, no matter how you feel or what kind of day you have had- RUN!

There were so many things I would rather have done last night when Jim got home. The top of the list was indulging in one of the Not Your Father’s Root Beers that are finally back in stock in our area. If you haven’t tried it yet you really need to get on it. If you can find it. The entire South Shore had a five day outage that ended yesterday, and I’ve already heard of shortages. 

Two of the four I grabbed yesterday. Not risking another outage.

Two of the four I grabbed yesterday. Not risking another outage.

I would have loved to have locked myself in the bedroom and watched Netflix for an hour or two. A bubble bath would have been heavenly. But alas, I laced up and pushed myself out the door because I knew weather like we had last night was a rare gift this time of year.

My 12-week half marathon training plan starts on August 3 with a rest day, of course. WHY DO TRAINING PLANS START WITH A REST DAY?!? I want to run on day 1, not wait around until Tuesday morning! Ok, rant over. The first run will be three miles and my goal yesterday was to push through the 2-mile mark without stopping, something I had yet to do since Hayden came along.

Oh, Nike+ how I've missed you.

Oh, Nike+ how I’ve missed you.

 

Those orange lines are where a side-stitch got the better of me. There were a few times I considered hitting “End run” and walking home, but instead I gave myself two two-minute walk breaks. It wasn’t easy, but I kept reminding myself that nothing about this comeback is going to be easy.

My body isn’t where it was this time last year, but I started this running journey before and made it through the finish line of the Chicago Marathon less than a year later. If I can start from nothing and conquer 26.2 miles, I can absolutely go crush 13.1 on Cape Cod to kick off my 30’s.

I made it down the driveway and ran straight into the kitchen, grabbed my beer and hit the floor. Because when the floor is that close, why bother making it to the couch? I miss the days of feeling human after a 12-miler involving Heartbreak Hill, but there were hundreds of runs leading up to those. For now, I’m happy with rewarding myself for a 2.08 miler at a less than ideal pace.

This weekends goal is to run a 5K on Sunday. Since it’s supposed to be 90 and humid as all get-out this will likely be a treadmill run. I’m fine with that. AC, controlled intervals and a machine to help me stretch out afterwards? Way better than a heat stroke on pavement.

What are your weekend workout goals? Anyone racing? Where, when and how’s the swag?! 

 

7/16 FitBit Data

All green everything

All green everything

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Christmas In July

I just did the impossible: I successfully put Hayden down for a nap. She actually stopped crying and went to sleep. This has never happened, and I’m going to revel at this parenting success for a moment.

Ahhh.

Ok. Moment had. If 6 weeks of parenthood have taught me anything, you’ve gotta take the wins where you can.

Now that she’s down, the dishes are done and the laundry is put away (mostly), I actually have time to write about yesterdays glorious 1.43 miles.

Oh, Nike+ how I've missed you.

Oh, Nike+ how I’ve missed you.

 

I had my 6-week postpartum checkup at 1pm yesterday. By 1:05 I had successfully asked my doctor three times if I was cleared to work out. By 1:07 it was official. “You are free to resume all pre-baby activity.” I think I was happier than when the JP pronounced Jim and I husband and wife. Just kidding, honey. Maybe. 

Naturally my first stop after the doctors office was Marathon Sports for a new pair of shoes. Partially because Buster ate my last pair. Partially because running is more fun with new sneakers. Partially because I’m now a size 8 instead of a 7.5. I guess that whole “Your feet grow when you’re pregnant.” thing is true. Who knew. Either way, 

Like a kid in a candy store.

Like a kid in a candy store.

A bright new pair of Asics GT 1000s, and some fancy new workout clothes later, I was even more excited to run than when I went in. On the way home the sky started looking all sorts of dark and scary. We made it into the house and exactly 15seconds later the sky opened up and it was a tropical downpour outside. I knew the trusty weatherman said the showers would be “on and off” for the night, so I refused to let it ruin my hopes of a run.

Jim walked through the door from work at 7:00 and by 7:05 I was changing into my workout clothes.

“But there’s thunderstorms, you’re really going to run in this?”

Yes. Yes I am. Barring a tornado warning nothing was stopping me.

There was barely a drizzle by the time I hit “Start Run”.

The next 16:43 were the most freeing minutes I’ve had in months. When I wasn’t able to run I really felt like I had lost a huge part of myself. I missed how clearly I think when it’s just me and the pavement. I missed how no matter how badly the run itself may hurt, how good I would feel by the time I turned into our driveway. Most of all, I missed the time that was just for me. I rarely run for or with anyone else, not because I don’t have friends who run; but because I treasure the solitude and the freedom to go at my own (now very slow) pace.

Deep down we know it, but rarely do we treat the ability and time to run like the gift it really is. So while the sneakers and workout clothes are great, my favorite gift I gave myself yesterday was those 16 minutes.

Side note: I’m going to be posting my daily FitBit stats. You have a FitBit? You want to be friends? Let’s get some challenges going!

7/8 FitBit Stats: 

 

Green means good.

Green means good.