I'M BACK, BABY!
Okay. Sorta back.
If you count getting cleared to workout by the lady doctor and going for a run...then by all means, I'M BACK BABY!
If you don't count that as being back. Then well...whatever. Go home and play with yourself.
Last Thursday I got the thumbs up to get back into the swing of things again...albeit slowly...but cleared nonetheless. So Friday afternoon, I laced up a new pair of kicks that I bought days before learning I was pregnant and went for a test run.
It was...
without a doubt...
the most painfully slow...
painfully ugly...
painfully painful...
TWO POINT ONE miles of my entire life.
I was certain I had run 3 [maybe even 4!!] miles! But no. Google Maps confirmed it was a sad little 2.1 miles. I have no idea how long it took [forever and a day]...and I'm pretty sure I looked like the village idiot with form that would make any runner cringe. [Do you have any idea how difficult it is to run with the porn star boobs that nursing gives you?! HOLY HELL IT HURTS...which reminds me I need to invest in a few more supportive sports bras to layer.] I found myself wanting to wear a sign while I ran that said "Don't Judge. I had a baby six weeks ago. I'm an Ironman. Really. I am."
Sigh.
I know my legs will eventually come back to me. I just need to keep reminding myself of that John Bingham quote...The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start. And right now, I'm starting from the very beginning. Because home girl has NOTHING in her endurance-wise right now.
What I do have in me in some goals. And a 2012 race plan.
For the rest of the spring and early summer I'm basically going to work on finding my rhythm again. Short workouts a few times a week covering all three disciplines. Possibly a bit of strength training in the mix, too. Nothing major. Distance and intensity will ramp up in the late summer and fall.
So what am I planning on doing?
A sprint tri.
A 5k swim. [Yes. I'm apparently stupid enough to want to swim 3.1 miles.]
A nautical 10 mile trail run.
A half marathon.
I've got time goals for all of them...the most aggressive of which is the half marathon. But I've got plenty of time to get my rear in gear for it as it's late in the season.
To help me find my motivation [as if looking in the mirror wasn't enough], the past few days Betsy and I been watching old Ironman footage. I've been giving her pointers on how to be the most amazing of spectators [just wait until she's 2 years old and can rock a cowbell like it's nobody's business!] all while explaining the importance of tempo runs and single leg drills. I know that I'll eventually get back to the 140.6 distance. It may not be until the lil' miss is a wee bit bigger or until she's a big sister [wait...what!? Did I just enlist myself for another 9 months of being ill everyday? Why yes, yes I did...] but I will return one day. Until then...I'm going to settle on a 2013 70.3 and test the time management family-work-life-training balance.
If you count getting cleared to workout by the lady doctor and going for a run...then by all means, I'M BACK BABY!
If you don't count that as being back. Then well...whatever. Go home and play with yourself.
Last Thursday I got the thumbs up to get back into the swing of things again...albeit slowly...but cleared nonetheless. So Friday afternoon, I laced up a new pair of kicks that I bought days before learning I was pregnant and went for a test run.
It was...
without a doubt...
the most painfully slow...
painfully ugly...
painfully painful...
TWO POINT ONE miles of my entire life.
I was certain I had run 3 [maybe even 4!!] miles! But no. Google Maps confirmed it was a sad little 2.1 miles. I have no idea how long it took [forever and a day]...and I'm pretty sure I looked like the village idiot with form that would make any runner cringe. [Do you have any idea how difficult it is to run with the porn star boobs that nursing gives you?! HOLY HELL IT HURTS...which reminds me I need to invest in a few more supportive sports bras to layer.] I found myself wanting to wear a sign while I ran that said "Don't Judge. I had a baby six weeks ago. I'm an Ironman. Really. I am."
Sigh.
I know my legs will eventually come back to me. I just need to keep reminding myself of that John Bingham quote...The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start. And right now, I'm starting from the very beginning. Because home girl has NOTHING in her endurance-wise right now.
What I do have in me in some goals. And a 2012 race plan.
For the rest of the spring and early summer I'm basically going to work on finding my rhythm again. Short workouts a few times a week covering all three disciplines. Possibly a bit of strength training in the mix, too. Nothing major. Distance and intensity will ramp up in the late summer and fall.
So what am I planning on doing?
A sprint tri.
A 5k swim. [Yes. I'm apparently stupid enough to want to swim 3.1 miles.]
A nautical 10 mile trail run.
A half marathon.
I've got time goals for all of them...the most aggressive of which is the half marathon. But I've got plenty of time to get my rear in gear for it as it's late in the season.
To help me find my motivation [as if looking in the mirror wasn't enough], the past few days Betsy and I been watching old Ironman footage. I've been giving her pointers on how to be the most amazing of spectators [just wait until she's 2 years old and can rock a cowbell like it's nobody's business!] all while explaining the importance of tempo runs and single leg drills. I know that I'll eventually get back to the 140.6 distance. It may not be until the lil' miss is a wee bit bigger or until she's a big sister [wait...what!? Did I just enlist myself for another 9 months of being ill everyday? Why yes, yes I did...] but I will return one day. Until then...I'm going to settle on a 2013 70.3 and test the time management family-work-life-training balance.
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 10:54 AM
3 Camper Comments:
Okay Porn star, just ease back into it and yes we know that you're an Ironman! LOL........
Easy does it! I promise it will come back fast.
But yeah....double bag the girls, and be sure to use LOOOOTTSSS of Body Glide, like everywhere. I learned that the hard way. :)
Yay for new season goals!
Welcome back, momma! One step...one mile at a time! You will get your mojo back.
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