Today is the day I’ve been waiting roughly ten months and six weeks for. Barring any sort of unexpected catastrophe between now and 1pm, I will be cleared by my doctor to resume workouts and start my Cape Cod Half Marathon training today. Woo-freaking-hoo. Seeing that typed out it looks sarcastic. It’s not. I promise. It could be the first time I’ve ever meant for something NOT to be read sarcastically. First time for everything I guess.
Last night I did lots of “I can work out again!” prep.
I cleaned out my closet and organized all my running/gym attire. Turns out, I own more gym clothes than any other type. Combined.
I stocked my house with all of my favorite healthy foods.
I broke out the FitBit that has been collecting dust in my dresser drawer since I gave birth.
And most importantly, I bought new socks. Lots of new socks.
Let me backtrack here. I have always said that if Jim and I hit the lottery, my first order of business is making sure I never wear the same pair of socks twice. There are few simple pleasures in life greater than the feel of a brand new pair of socks. Ok, now that we’ve cleared that up…
As has been the routine the past few weeks, my mom came down this morning and we went for our morning walk with Hayden. Since I haven’t been able to run it’s been a nice way to ease back into some sort of exercise routine. The view doesn’t hurt either.
The entire time we were walking I kept thinking about how excited I am to be able to run this route tonight. Then I realized, I probably won’t be running most of it. I’m trying to be as realistic as possible with my expectations during this training cycle. For the first time in my adult life, it has been MONTHS since I’ve run. I have absolutely no idea how my body is going to handle the comeback.
So tonight I’m going to workout with zero expectations. No matter what happens, there is nowhere to go but up. I’ll run (slowly), walk (even slower), wheeze and come back with my first workout under my belt. That’s all I can hope for.