Do you ever know you need to do something but fail to do it anyway?
That’s how I’m feeling right now.
I need to get my ass into gear. It’s been 12 weeks since I gave birth. I’ve got Jack looking at me as I type this calling out for my attention. He rarely calls out for attention so when it does happen I listen. He’s such a placid child.
I had a c-section and I find it weird calling it giving birth. Of course it’s giving birth. I need to give myself some credit.
So what’s the point of this story? Well I need to start training. I’m walking every day. I’ve gone out for a few runs. My longest so far was yesterday, 25minutes. Seems lame in comparison to what I used to run but it’s not lame. I had a kid 12 weeks ago. I shouldn’t be expecting so much of myself, I would never expect it of anyone else.
My body will take time to heal. My mind will too. I love my role as a mother but I miss my role as an athlete. Slowly but surely I will return to form. I fit into most of my pre pregnancy clothes, now I’d like to get back my fitness level and my muscle tone.
Slowly but surely it will happen.
