I just went on a three mile run and I have to say, I feel FAN-fucking-TASTIC! I really do.
I need to exercise. It keeps me sane. I truly think that some of the difficulty I had while TTC and being pregnant had to do with how little I’ve exercised the past few years.
In my early twenties I worked out all the time. Like 4-6 times a week all the time. Like I only read books on the Pre-Cor all the time. Like I went to yoga every Saturday morning and ran many nights a week and climbed with my sister and my mom all the time.
I’ve ran one marathon and ridden in over five centuries (100 mile road bike rides).
I used to be an exerciser.
And then I met Mi.Vida and he didn’t exercise and so I didn’t exercise and I let it fall by the way side.
That is the one thing I like less about myself in my relationship with him – that I don’t work out, ever.
But that is about to change. I’m going to start running again.
I hope to run with Isa but currently my running stroller is veering strongly to the left when I lock out the front wheel. They sent me a new front wheel but it is still veering left. I don’t know what happens now – they send me a whole new stroller?
I was actually really upset about it this morning. I had waited a week and a half for that wheel and it finally came and it didn’t do shit. I was pissed.
But then I put Isa down for her nap and went out anyway and it felt great. Really, really great. Super great. Fabulously great. Amazingly great.
And that is how I know I need to start running again. Because I left a frustrated, fuming fool and I returned an ecstatic, enthusiastic woman.
This feels so good.
I can’t wait to go again.