Anyone that knows me knows I love to run. My TB icon is even a runner girl, and my labor buddy and I even bonded over our love for running. I can't explain it...it's freeing, makes me feel powerful and alive, and is when I feel like I'm concentrating on myself for a second. I am one of those crazy people that gets that "runners high" that people speak of. I get it not once, but often, when I run. I just love the open road.
I have been chained to the treadmill for about 10 months now, as I was forbidden from running very much while struggling to get pregnant as well. I have slowly gotten back to running on our new treadmill, but I have been hesitant to tear it up outside while I was still recovering physically. Well, this weekend I "ripped off the bandaid" and took my first 3 outside runs. It was so liberating. For the first few minutes I felt alive, and felt a bit like myself for the first time in months. After those first few perfect minutes lapsed, that's where the "sort of" part came in. I began to be aware of the jigging belly, swinging thighs and butt, and bouncing nursing boobs. I also began to realize how incredibly slowly I was moving, and how out-of-shape I felt. The beautiful moment of my first run quickly passed as I became increasingly self-conscious about my new shape and all the unwanted and abnormal jiggling.
However, despite the unwanted bouncing body parts, I took a big step this weekend, and it felt amazing!!! I'm back on the horse baby...I'm a runner again...and I don't have some doctor telling me to cut back, slow down or stop. I'm off and running baby! Next step...signing up for a race. Bring it!