The First Jog
More like wog, but who's keeping track?
(Wog = walk/jog)
So, I haven't been allowed to workout for the past six weeks, and to be honest, I couldn't have imagined even wanting to attempt it if I were allowed to anyways. Birth is a crazy-wild experience and though I actually really cherish mine, it does, most definitely, take every ounce of energy you have. And then some. Add on a needy newborn, some late night feedings, Spring Training, packing, moving, hotel stays, sleeping on a blowup mattress, renting a new apartment, furnishing that apartment, a leaky cooler, and all the little stupid things you don't think about, like forwarding your mail, disconnecting and reconnecting internet, filing your taxes, getting a birth certificate, etc. (you get the picture)...and working out sounds like the surest way to a death wish.
But, I have survived!
And yesterday, Amelia and I ran for 10 whole minutes!! TEN!! Yahoo! I even got to show her my TWO chin-ups that she's only ever experienced from inside me. It was maybe a small victory in the big scheme of things, but at least I'm back in the game...and feeling more and more like my old (physical) self every day. Now, I just need to work off those few extra baby pounds that I'm not at all sad to part with.
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