Since today was the official 4-week mark of my darling son's birth, I was officially cleared for exercise. Adam and I have been walking but today I decided that I'd try to run a bit. After all, before I was pregnant I ran all the time! No sweat...
So, my plan of action was to do a little walk/jog routine and repeat. I left Henry with his Papa and leashed up Powers. After a short warm-up walk, I took my first step of my run. In the (abridged) words of Suzanne D. Tyler, It felt like my insides were about to fall out. Also, I looked like what I can only imagine an arthritic 87-year-old woman with a peg leg trying to go for a jog would look like. In short, it was slightly awkward.
I was reminded, though, that some of my best thinking is accomplished on runs. For example, this jewel formed in my head while Powers and I tromped the roads..."What if I lined my yard with political signs for opposing candidates?" and "What color is a chameleon"?
However, the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step and with that in mind, I pressed on. I did a little walk for three minutes, run for two minutes repeats and then headed back home. I will keep y'all posted with my hobblings and shufflings as I continue to press on and get back into it. I know, I know...you just can't wait.
My apologies to anyone whose uterus has actually fallen out...I didn't mean to offend...just comedic hyperbole.