It's a bit of a joke at our house, my exercise routine. Let me explain before the assumptions begin...
I love to run. It's something that in a short time I can get pretty good at. At one point I was running six miles a day. It was the best I have ever felt! The issue, as it is for most women I talk to, is sticking with it for longer than a few months at a time. The joke, as I mentioned, is that my husband who works out at 4am almost every single day, still can't believe how even after the treadmill and I aren't on good terms [aka It is covered in dust and I avoid the room it is in at all costs] I can somehow manage to jump back on and it's as if I barely took time off.
Here is where I am going with all of this:::
In my third trimester I was too swollen and uncomfortable to get on my treadmill. I couldnt even fit my feet into my running shoes. No, really...you should have seen me...but any pictures of me were put under lock and key never to be seen again [laugh, but it's true]
I was cleared to start running again about 8 weeks post C's birth. I was about to go back to work, but made it my priority to get on the treadmill everyday.
Then I started at work again. Ugh. Between daycare runs, grocery store runs, being involved in three social groups here in Dallas/Fort worth and getting some sort of rest...my treadmill and I stopped seeing each other.
One month later...Today marks a new day. Today we meet again! I can't wait! My pre-pregnancy jeans [that fit, but are tight] shall fit again! The hubby is picking up our little munchkin and I am headed home to get on the treadmill.
Hello, Old Friend! I am
So looking forward to our time together! :)
