I went for a real walk today. Not just a walk around the block or around the neighborhood. I got out my visor, put my hair in a pony tail, put on my running shoes and my iPod and took the baby out and walked for over 2 miles.
It was a warm day today. But, as I walked my former running route, I noticed that the sky was fantastically clear. The Supers looked awesome and I could see Four Peaks like it was the city's back yard. It all made me excited to start running.
When I was pregnant, I was convinced I'd get out and start another Couch to 5k at around 3 weeks postpartum. To that, I now say "Ha!" Mostly because I felt non-human at least that long and that I still feel sore in sundry places.
As I walked that road, I was bored. Like worse than running-without-an-iPod bored. In fact, running was preferable to the slow trod of walking 2 miles. Then, I started to remember. . . I remember how hard I had to push myself at times just to get to the end of a running segment - and then, when I was routinely running 5k, how I'd sometimes just have to concentrate on the white line of the bike lane and make myself keep going.
So, I have a new plan. In a few weeks, when I go back to work and have to be up wicked early to get the baby ready to get out the door with his dad at 6 a.m., I will just stay up and go "running" (evenutally it will be the real thing) three days a week (then get to work early myself).
I heard System of a Down on my iPod today and it always gets me going. So, I know I can do it.
When we got back to the house, I was sweaty and it was fabulous. I even opened the front door and the kitchen window and turned on a fan.
True, C napped almost the whole time, but we had fun! Pretty soon, he's gonna have a sweaty mama much more often.