Tuesday, August 17, 2010
This morning I caught a glimpse of my profile in the mirror and was not happy about it. I haven't lost the baby weight and decided I need to do something about it soon. I thought about how much I used to run and how great it would be if I could start getting back out there. As my mind wandered I was signing up for 5k's and effortlessly dashing through the hills of Hampstead like Wonder Woman.
I came out and said to Fen, 'I want to start running again' to which he replied, 'That's great! I'll watch the kids - go have fun.'
Eh? I was only thinking I needed to get going - wasn't really planning on starting this morning. But, hey, no time like the present so I laced up the trainers and was out the door.
Only one word can describe my attempt at 'running' - tragic. Wonder Woman could run circles around me and tie me up with her golden lasso of truth - no problem. Granted I haven't run in almost two years (had to stop November 2008 to have my appendix out and then was inconveniently pregnant a week after I got the okay to exercise again). Muscles I forgot I had strained to get me up the first hill.
I huffed and puffed but I ran. And I'm going to try again tomorrow - or whenever my legs stop aching so much. However, the big news is: I'm running again. Hooray. If you see an out of shape woman struggling up a hill in Hampstead - that's me! Please stop and give me a lift.