I’ve been diligently running the past few weeks, so I figure it’s high time for an update. In short: Running is still hard, but it’s getting a little easier. One foot in front of the other. The catch-22 with running, though, is that just when it gets easier you add some time or pile on
This chick ran a marathon when she was 39 weeks pregnant. And then she had a baby. I also read on Kara Goucher’s blog that she: 1) had a baby Oct. 1 2) was running 50 miles a week by Oct. 20. Dang.
I promise I won’t write about every single run (after all, I have a cute baby to take pictures of), but I felt like the second day back warranted mentioning. Why? Because the second day is always worst than the first. And even though I’ve talked many runners off the ledge after their second day
I did it. Armed with my doctor’s blessing and the most intense item of running apparel I’ve ever owned, I did it. I went for a run. The conditions were perfect, I had gorgeous weather and a sleeping baby. But not even a crisp fall day could change this fact: it was hard. These days
One of the biggest surprises during pregnancy was how good I felt when I was running. I had always hoped to continue running while pregnant, but I assumed it’d be a horrible chore, something I’d have to force myself to do. Instead, I felt most myself while running. Instead of tired,achy and huge I felt