Written February 20th
It’s coming back, slowly but surely. That feeling when I run, the whole reason why
I love it so much. The turning over of
my legs, the feeling that I can go forever and do anything. It’s all coming back. A little at a time, it’s coming back. Nine weeks postpartum and I’m starting to
feel like a runner again. I’m starting
to get out and decide to run farther than planned just because it feels so
good. Totally different from going out
and slugging through a mile and turning around to go home because 2 miles was
all I could force my body to do.
Yesterday I went out for what I figured would be a 2 mile
run. I had gone 3.5 miles the day before
which was the farthest I’d gone since 35 weeks pregnant. I wanted to play it safe and run easy. My average pace these days has been about
9:15-9:30 per mile.
I took off running, pushing Carter along in front of me and
I felt awesome! I looked down and my
first mile was 9:05. I thought, whoa I’m
gonna rock this run! I didn’t feel like
stopping, so I just kept going. I got to
1.5 miles (where I’d turn around to run 3 miles) and I still didn’t feel like
turning around.
So 4 miles it was and boy was it a good one. For the first time in I don’t know how long I
ran my last mile the fastest (in 8:45 which is awesome for me right now). Lately I’ve been sore and worn out by the
last mile and just trudge on in to the finish, on pace or a little over. Man did it feel good to have a finishing
“kick”!
As I sped up the small incline toward the park where my car
was parked an older gentleman was walking by with headphones in. He looked at me and shouted, “Way to go
mama!” I couldn’t help but smile. It was the perfect ending to a great run. The best part was the volume with which he
yelled. With the headphones in he had no
idea how loud he was! I was filled with
joy. I could have my baby and hey, I
could run pretty decent too! I felt like
I conquered something. I finished 4
miles with an average pace of under 9 minute miles, pushing a stroller, and
still carrying some extra “baby weight”.
My fastest times may all be behind me, but I’m tougher now
than I ever was before. I pushed through
a half-marathon 32 weeks pregnant. I
have run with 25 extra pounds weighing me down and a baby using my bladder as a
pillow. I ran a 5k the weekend before
Carter was born, trudging uphill and then having gravity pull my belly on the
down hills. I have pushed a stroller uphill
with the wind blowing me backward and sideways (and let me tell you running up
hill, into wind, pushing a stroller is the most difficult running challenge I
have ever faced). My running life has
changed. It’s no longer about speed,
it’s about the challenges. And honestly,
I’m loving it more than ever before.
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