back to the mat

My run last week was a little much. Not sure if it was the run, labor and delivery recovery or sleep deprivation but it took several days for me to get over it. Additional problem might be my shoes that are getting close to the 1 year mark and have holes in them. Don't judge, what was the point of replacing them mid pregnancy when I would have just squished the sh*t out of them?? Needless to say I'm in no rush for another run, maybe later this week but not til I have new shoes. There was even talk of a May half marathon at breakfast...likely a lofty goal but one can dream. So I headed back to the yoga studio this morning. With my first pregnancy I was a pre-natal yoga freak but this time around I had a hard time finding a class that matched my schedule so it had been a while. For my local readers, I highly recommend Alison's class on Saturday morning's at Shri Studio in Pawtucket. Not only is it physically strenuous but emotionally fulfilling...not to mention filled with great music. Plenty of space for breath and stillness. It took 1 downward dog for me to instantly realize how much strength I've lost over the last several months. There was a moment of being slightly bummed and then I remembered why I took time off...the 2 week old baby at home....really time to get over myself and just be in the moment. As quick as those negative thoughts entered, I breathed through them and was able to clear my mind and just move. The flow came back with little effort and old muscles that have been in hiding started to stir. Things are definitely still loose and making their way back to a new state of normal. There were lots of modifications but it felt good. Today was the first day that both Joe and I were able to get in workouts, something we celebrated with a high five at lunch. It's these small steps towards normalcy that are keeping us sane in the midst of sleepless nights and early mornings. We aren't in the swing of things yet but moving in that direction. Completed 90 minutes of yoga today

She's here!

Baby girl arrived last Saturday and we are all healthy and happy. After a long week at home I decided for better or worse today was the day I would run again. The midwife discharged me with no restrictions, maybe not the smartest call on her part, and I've been feeling really good. Recovery this time has been worlds different than with my son. Physically and emotionally I'm in a better place. Going from 1 to 2 kids has been easier than 0 to 1, at least for us it has been. I was a little torn about going to the gym 8 days out, but again have been feeling good, why not try it. There was some definitive guilt when I walked out the front door and left Joe to fend for himself. Irrational mom thoughts about how I needed to be there even though everything was timed to match feeding and nap schedules. Then if I'm going to leave shouldn't I be productive and go to the market or run some important errand? I turned off the brain and headed for the gym. My workout was nothing special, 30 minutes on the treadmill. 1 mile run, 2 mins walk, 1 mile run, 2 mins walk and 5 mins of running while increasing the speed every 30 seconds. Things didn't feel great, but they could have certainly felt worse. It's been a long time since my last run and my joints reminded me of this. Everything is looser than I remember it feeling. But you know what, it's done. My first run post delivery is over. My first run as a Mom of 2 is in the books. It still blows my mind that we have 2 kids, seems like not long ago we were 2 love struck 18 year olds at summer camp. Here's to a new chapter filled with adventures, trials, successes, challenges and laughter. Ran 2.6 miles today

Last workout?

As previously stated, I'm over this. Ready to be done, pop this kid out already. Unfortunately, I have no say in when this is going to happen and have spent the last week dealing with false starts. I've stopped speaking to family and have snapped at most friends. My husband and son are seeking alternative housing until this clears. I also stopped working out this week. 2 fold reasoning here, give me a minute. My swimming buddy took off to FLA and I'm a great morning workout buddy but it's a hell of a lot harder to get up at 5:30 and go at it solo. That and most nights I was up trying to decide if I was actually in labor or not. I'm annoyed, this isn't my first rodeo...I should know when it's go time. I don't think these false starts happened with my son and I'm not talking about mild discomfort. I'm talking about real.deal.holy.shit.I.forgot.how.much.this.hurts.don't.touch.me.it's.all.your.fault kind of pain. Yeah, it's been a fun week. Finally this morning I had enough, no more excuses. Rather than stop making plans and waiting for baby I've started to fill my schedule with activities. I've tried the no plan bit with no success so now I'm booking out. Searched out a swim friend and set the alarm for 5:30. Off I went, wondering the whole time what it would be like if my water broke in the pool. No go. I type this now from my kitchen where I'm pacing with what I can only believe are more fake out pains. I really don't want to go to the gym tomorrow, so how about you make an appearance baby? Swam for 1 hour