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2nd February 2016
12:02pm GMT
After waiting the appropriate time after the c-section and consuming with gay abandon everything in sight for many months, I finally felt ready to dig out the runners and sports bra and hit the beach to resume my old running habit.
10 things that happened the first time I went running after having a baby:
1. I gave up. No Joke.
The very first running outing defeated me in under five minutes. I returned to the baby and the biscuits and resolved to try again exactly NEVER.
2. I tried again
This time, I did slightly better and ran my usual route in DOUBLE the time it used to take me pre-baby. This was going to be HARD.
3. I thought I would pass away
Seriously. Fall down, vomit up my lungs and pass away from exertion. Must. Keep. Going. I definitely needed this:
4. I had way more fluids to contend than I used to
Sweating? Check. Lactating? Check. Weeing? Ehhhhhh, a bit yeah, check.
5. Exercising was a life saver
Pre-baby exercise helped me stay balanced and reasonably close to 'person-shaped'. Post-baby the 'balance' element became more important than ever. I definitely found the first months of parenthood very hard and going for a run either with the baby in the pram or after The Man was back from work was essential to give myself some much-needed time and space.
6. Running with the Mum Pouch was weird at first
I felt really out of sorts with my new body and I didn't like being able to feel my mum-tum rolls bouncing up and down with me as I trudged along but I got over it. Who cares what I looked like? Surely it was no worse than the Cough Test I had to do while heavily pregnant in a room full of medical students. And at least the running helped me feel better, the looking better thing was largely secondary.
7. I listened to Podcasts and Audiobooks
Maybe it was my new-found mum multi-tasking kicking in but I cannot recommend this enough. We don't get a whole lot of time to ourselves once we're making babies so listening to books while exercising is a great use of precious me-time.
8. I stalked potential mum-friends while out running
This was a great way to pester other new mums in the locale into meeting me for coffee and discussing baby sleep patterns. The only problem: I didn't have my own baby in tow which made my advances look even creepier than usual – you kind of need the baby in the picture to open the dialogue otherwise it sounds a bit like this: "Hey!," sweating, lactating woman with a weak pelvic floor muscle approaches innocent young mum out with baby, "I see you've got a baby there. I've got one too... not with me obviously. Wanna go for coffee or lunchtime wine sometime?" It's not a great look, is it?
9. Running works great for dodging parenting
Sometimes a particularly foul nappy is all the motivation I need to get out there on a cold January night. The Man doesn't even complain as he appears to believe that nothing, NOTHING is worse than running, even a Level 8 Dijon Mustard Poo. It's a win win.
10. I eventually got a bit better
I'm still a fairly sh*t runner but I do my little jog as much as two sleep-deprived years allows and I feel pretty terrible while it's happening but then VERY good about myself when it's over. Let the wine and chocolate commence.
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