I decided to start running again. I have just over 8 weeks until my 5k Color Run in July and I haven't done a lick of exercise in 9 months. Also, disgustingly, I am at my "delivery day" weight when I had both Hudson and Porter.... HUGE. So that is 40lbs more than normal. FORTY POUNDS. HOW SICKENING. So, I have a long way to go. A lot of weight to lose and a lot of fat to burn and replace with muscle. The task seems so daunting but I know I won't get anywhere if I don't make a start.
So, today I started. It has been 3 weeks 1 day since I had Amelia. Honestly I was kind of scared my innards would fall out my hoo-ha when I ran but thank goodness I'm all still in tact. :) However, after a brisk walk and I began to run (ha!! how about jog in slow-mo??) I felt like I was in an out of body experience. This body does not feel like mine. This is not me. This jiggly mass of concrete can not possibly be MY body. I have never felt so heavy and strange in my life (okay... so maybe when I was pregnant... but not un-pregnant).
I kept going, though, even though I felt like I was running on elephant legs. It got easier, and though I originally planned to do a short 1 or 1.5 mile run/walk I ended up going the entire block that is 2.6miles or so. By the end I was beet red and really sore, and really tired. But I did it. It is a start.