I was reminded the other day by a friend that it took 9 months to bake my baby and it was going to take 9 months to get my body and my running back. I was really reminded of this when I stepped on the track last night. I have a plan to try to PR in the half marathon this fall. I thought this would be a slam dunk - pregnancy hormones are going to carry me there. What I didn't bank on is how hard it was going to be to actually get back into shape. The plan started today...
1 mile warm up
12 X 400 at 1:29
1 mile cool down
I knew I was going to struggle. Dave gave me a pep talk - don't give up. Just keep going no matter the pace. The pace was hard, although I wasn't that far off. What was hard was the energy level. I just don't have it yet. By midway in this workout I was toast and I called it a day.
It's going to be a long road back to where I was before I got pregnant. I wish it was going to be easy, but it's not. I still have some weight to lose. I have some inches to lose. I have some speed to get back. But, I'm going to keep at it and hopefully it will all come back.