So, if you wonder where I've been for the last year or so, I've been knocked out by a pregnancy. About five weeks back I gave birth to a wonderful little baby and now my aim is to get back into the running shoes and squat rack. I've signed up for the Great Manchester 10k run the 18th of May so I've got three months to sort my body out.
Yesterday I went for a postnatal check up and the doctor gave me green light to get going again, as long as I take it easy (apparently my joints are still effected by hormones as long as I'm exclusively breastfeeding) and tonight was the first attempt at something that reminded me of a run. I did 5.5k, sort of running/sort of jogging - but at least not walking - and that's a big achievement considering I haven't touched my running shoes for more than ten months. Except falling over at one point it even felt pretty smooth. I'd also been walking up town with the buggy earlier in the day and I'm aware that may not sound like much, but if you've ever gone through pregnancy and labour, you know what I'm on about.
Next week I should join the gym and start lifting weights as well. It will certainly be a fascinating experience; having a boy at home completely dependent on me nearly 24/7, having reduced my sleep to a minimum and hardly having the energy to feed myself some days, but I believe it should be possible, otherwise I wouldn't do it. For now, however, it's all about eggs, compression socks and feet up. Have a nice Saturday night.
Yesterday I went for a postnatal check up and the doctor gave me green light to get going again, as long as I take it easy (apparently my joints are still effected by hormones as long as I'm exclusively breastfeeding) and tonight was the first attempt at something that reminded me of a run. I did 5.5k, sort of running/sort of jogging - but at least not walking - and that's a big achievement considering I haven't touched my running shoes for more than ten months. Except falling over at one point it even felt pretty smooth. I'd also been walking up town with the buggy earlier in the day and I'm aware that may not sound like much, but if you've ever gone through pregnancy and labour, you know what I'm on about.
Next week I should join the gym and start lifting weights as well. It will certainly be a fascinating experience; having a boy at home completely dependent on me nearly 24/7, having reduced my sleep to a minimum and hardly having the energy to feed myself some days, but I believe it should be possible, otherwise I wouldn't do it. For now, however, it's all about eggs, compression socks and feet up. Have a nice Saturday night.
