Running is my thing. It keeps me in shape and sane. Brett really encourages me to run (and do yoga) regularly because he knows what a difference they make in my life.
Yet I just went one day shy of 51 weeks without running. My last run, until yesterday, was a 4-miler on August 14th last year. A week later I had surgery. And then I was doing shots for IVF and they like you to take it easy while your ovaries are that big. And then I took it easy because I was newly pregnant and had a small subchorionic hematoma we were keeping an eye on. By the time that cleared up in January I tried a jog down the street and thought I would die because of the pain in my hips as they’d already started to spread.
But yesterday, at 7.5 weeks postpartum, with Brett having been asking me when I was going to start running again since before Iddo got here, and unexpected cool weather, I went for a two mile run in the evening.
It took 27:21 to go those two miles, my slowest ever. But I ran every step. And then took one of my quickest showers ever because Iddo had decided she was hungry shortly after I’d left. We’re going to work on our timing for that next time.
I’m looking forward to when she can come with me in a few months. 🙂 :run: