Like, did I seriously think that it would be easier to have a regular workout routine when I was also working 8 hours a day?
In a different way, going back after maternity leave is another momentous moment, maybe even harder to emotionally navigate than the day she was born.
Alternative titles for this post: Racing 11 weeks after having a baby, or How to race as a breastfeeding mom (Answer: I don’t know) or Hey! That was my first race in a year!
So I had that moment on Monday where I was looking through my closet for something to wear to go into the office for a meeting and I realized, Holy crap, I have two weeks left and I am going to need to buy an entire new work wardrobe.
I thought it was so badass keep running up until 40 weeks pregnant, and then it would be so much easier once I wasn’t carrying this huge fetus. But now, the weight manifests itself when I try to leave her.
I’m a big believer in logging all your exercise. If only because when I write it down and see it all added together, it makes me feel really, really good about myself.
This week I put the last of my elastic-waisted, ruched-shirted pregnancy wardrobe away.
Even while my infant daughter is literally strapped to my chest right now almost everywhere we go, I’m constantly thinking about how to help her grow up into a resourceful, independent, confident woman.
I went for my first run after giving birth on Sunday, a day shy of Felicity’s five-week birthday. Other than the due date run, I really hadn’t run since mid-May.
This post actually was meant to be the three-week post. It lived in a scratch notebook for a week and I didn’t get a chance to start working on it until today. So here is my three-week picture. I’ve been about the same weight for the last two weeks, 172- 18 down and 15 to […]