Sure hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I managed to run at least twice last week, walk once, and lift once. I figured I wouldn’t get my lifts in and I was ok with that. The walk was a last minute thing that ended up being fun with my hubby, mom, and baby boy. We walked a little over 4 miles and really tested out the stroller. My mom and I ended up carrying the stroller over the gravel because my son didn’t appreciate it. He was trying to sleep and he needed it. The two days prior were exhausting with lots of socializing. He very rarely got to be on the ground to stretch out (the kid is in the 99th percentile for height). He needed his sleep. Don’t get me wrong he did great for being 2 months old and being passed around.
Today I got my run in and only my run. I ended up being pretty busy. I had to get all of our stuff picked up and in the laundry, since we are going on a mini vacation this weekend. Plus I had to take my little guy to the doctor for his 2 month check up. Shots were in the works for him sadly. Amazingly enough, I didn’t cry but I was pretty darn close. Once I got back I ate my lunch and then played with my baby boy. He ended up getting pretty fussy (very out of the ordinary for him), so I fixed him right up. Food is the way to anyone’s heart. Eventually the poor kid fell asleep.
Then I got to get my run in. I moved on to the next week, even though I only did two runs last week. I could feel it this time for my run. My intervals were running two minutes and walking one. It was definitely noticeable that I didn’t run late last week. Hopefully on Wednesday it’ll be a little easier. But as soon as I was finished I had to shower, so I could go meet the lady who is going to watch my baby boy. It ended up being quite the busy Monday.
My run went surprisingly well. I don’t know if I was really just that into my show or my body is remembering this whole running thing. Each time I ran it felt easy and I always questioned that I was done already. It was really nice to feel that easy running come back. However, next week my run time increases so we’ll see how I’m feeling then. I was still smart and didn’t increase my running time today or my speed. My goal is to focus on endurance first and then work on speed. I may not be super fast (not that I ever will be) but at least I won’t be hurting myself. Plus yesterday I managed to hit my step goal (it isn’t that high since giving birth) without having to run. I felt pretty accomplished.
My lifts today were abs, chest, and shoulders. I ended up rushing my last few shoulder exercises because I thought my boy was starting to wake up. Turns out he wasn’t but it is better safe than sorry. For abs my plan had me doing lying leg lifts and bicycles. It also wanted me to go side planks, but I really wasn’t feeling them. The lying leg lifts I could feel working and thought I wouldn’t push it. For my chest and shoulders I did incline bench press, incline flyes, triceps push down, Arnold dumbbell press, seated side lateral raise, and front dumbbell raise. I used all light weight, which made me feel like I was going way backwards compared to what I used to do. I know it is better that way to slowly ease my way back into it but still. My body is all sorts of different since giving birth and it is like I am relearning things about it. I’m also just learning new things about it.
I managed to run again. My legs are still a little sore from Monday. It isn’t really my legs persay but my hips. I know it is probably because I gave birth and my hips are stretched out and whatnot. However, once I started going it didn’t really bother me. My baby boy laid in his rock and play and smiled as I went. Towards the end of my run though he fell asleep. My running time was for a 10 minute mile pace. The interval it had me at was 1 minute run and 1 1/2 minute walk, along with a five minute warm up and cool down. My dad had mentioned that I should get back to just lifting. To just do lots of reps with light weight. In my head I knew I was just delaying because I could.
However, I did manage to lift weights today. It was leg day, which is always a fun way to start. So I did what my dad recommended. All my exercises were light weights with reps between 25-30. It surprisingly felt really good to get my muscles moving again. My exercises included: barbell squats, lunges, one legged barbell squats, calf raises, leg curls, and a different version of leg press. I’m sure it’ll be a struggle to walk tomorrow, but it was so worth it.
Today I got to run for the first time in forever. It was amazing! I started the couch to 5k plan, which is what I did when I first started running over five years ago. This first week I run for a minute and for a minute and a half. I start off with a five minute warm up and a five minute cool down. In total it only went for 25 minutes. I figure that is probably a good start for the beginning. It was hard to keep my running pace at only a 10 minute mile. My mind wanted to go faster, but I knew better than to push it. I was grateful at the end I didn’t because I was starting to feel it. It wasn’t so much in my legs but I could feel it in my abs. It sounds crazy, but you really do use ab muscles for running.
I also had the joy of going on my first date with my hubby, since my son was born. It was hard leaving him, even though I know my parents are amazing. Hey, I manged to go three whole hours without seeing him. Honestly, my hubby and I did pretty good about not focusing only him during our conversations. He only came up in the beginning, middle, and end…. No but seriously, we did good about keeping it short when we did. I was ready to see my baby boy by the end of the three hours. Now he’s my snuggle bug as he falls asleep. It was fun to be out with my hubby for the evening. He even got me a new purse and wallet. I do feel kinda bad because he wanted ice cream and we didn’t get any. But I missed my baby boy.
Really thought about buying this for him. It is too big right now.
My dinner was quite delicious. I have leftovers hrs
I’ve officially walked three days this week. I was going to go yesterday as well but my baby boy had other plans. Because I knew I only wanted to get in a minimum of three days, I didn’t really push getting a walk in yesterday. I feel like I was busy doing something but honestly I have no idea.
Today I did walk. I managed to get all 30 minutes plus the 5 minute cool down in and a shower before my son woke up. It was great. Since I didn’t have to hold him this time, I got to walk the whole thing at a 4mph pace. It was good to know I could actually go that pace and maintain it. Especially since next week I’m going to try getting back into running. When I first started running I used a couch to 5k program. It worked great and it is easy to tweak to fit my fitness level (right now is none). My goal is to start that next week and see how it goes. The week after that I’m hoping to add in some weights and get going on that again. I’m trying to take it slow and ease my way back in. Hopefully it is slow enough.
Today I walked my thirty minutes again. Unfortunately I didn’t have my husband to watch him for me during it. So during the first 20 minutes of it he hung out in his rock and play watching me.
I managed to walk for those 20 minutes at the 4 mile per hour pace. It felt pretty good plus I had my little boy watching me, which gave me more motivation to keep going. He started getting fussy towards the end of my walk so I picked him up. I started walking with him, while holding him. However, I only walked at a 3.5 mile per hour pace. He got pretty heavy as a baby does. I think I’m going to see if I can find a baby carrier that’ll not get super gross when I walk inside with him. It would be way easier on my arms to not carry him. But hey I managed and it got him to pretty much fall asleep. It was great. When he was still in the womb, he would fall asleep each time I walked as well.
Today for the first time in forever, it seems, I got to walk. I mean like a set time on a treadmill that was dedicated towards walking. It was refreshing. Working out has always been my stress reliever and a that makes me feel good. Yes, I realize it’s the endorphins that get released, but it still always makes me happy. My walk was only 30 minutes at a 3.5 mile per hour pace. It isn’t crazy fast, but I didn’t want to push it. Plus since my doctor told me to ease back into, I figured I better listen. I think on Wednesday I’ll try to go slightly faster depending on how I’m feeling tomorrow. Even after my cool down (not that I felt like I got my heart rate up) was over, I felt like I could keep going for another 30 minutes. I’m sure if I did, I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. It was great to get back to working out, even if it is not even close to where I was before getting pregnant.
Hey yall ,
I know I’ve been slacking and not writing or working out. I could give you all the excuses in the world and it still wouldn’t be enough. However, this time will be different. Yes, I know it’s cliche and yall will be thinking I’ve heard that before but give me some credit. I know have someone to keep me accountable and it’s not my husband. He still does to an extent but not the way this person does She is my coworker and mentioned how she was going to start working out, because of my photos she saw. I basically got inspired by her inspiration of me. She motivated me to get my butt in gear again.
Today’s workout was a quick 15 minute run and then some lifting. At first I thought the lifting wouldn’t be too terrible but as I got going into it I could tell it was going to be tough. I had to do 5 sets of 5 different exercises 10 times. So basically each exercise had 50 reps in total. Today I worked my upper body, which included: curl, incline bench press with dumbbells, overhead triceps extension with a dumbbell, side lateral raise, and one arm dumbbell row. It was like a big giant super set. I did one exercise right after the other. So I would do one exercise and then move to the next until I hit the end and then start over. Again, I forgot how much I miss the feeling of lifting weights . It was fun and I feel accomplished .
This is the start of my second week at my new job. I’m starting to get into a routine of my hours I work and don’t have a whole lot of training left. I hardly see my husband anymore but today he managed to be home for lunch before I left. I basically said hi to him and then went and showered and then got out about the time he left. It was nice to see him in the middle of the day, since I get home late and he leaves in the morning for his job. I miss seeing him for dinner and having nice relaxing evenings with him. But I also enjoy my job a lot .
I honestly feel this way about him.
So this morning I literally forced my husband out of bed to go to the gym. He went grudgingly and gave me crap for awhile. However, he eventually and reluctantly admitted he was thankful.
This is what I was like this morning
Today was triceps and shoulders. It was awful. My biceps and back are still sore and just got more sore. My triceps don’t feel as bad as my shoulders, so I don’t know exactly what that means for my workout. However, I know my triceps became jello towards the end. My shoulders got so weak that any little amount of weight made then hurt. It was intense, good but intense. My husband pushed himself harder than yesterday but not to the point he hurt himself. I’m always worried he will go back to lifting like when he was in football. It has been years since he has been in football. Anyways I’m just so proud he got up and put forth an effort. I did a really short half mile run today. It rained all day… I don’t mean a little rain but straight up thunderstorm.
My wonderful hubby brought up a really good point with me today. He said I should stop worrying about the number on the scale and just my progress. It makes perfect sense but, since I feel like I’ve failed him and myself it is more of a challenging. By letting my fitness slack for a few months and just now getting back to it, I feel like I have to get back to that number. However, I know he’s right and the number will show if I just aim for good progress and base it off of that. I’m thinking I’ll start going for fat percentage instead of weight (I’m very goal orientated) and see where that takes me.
Hey yall! Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted, but I was not feeling that great earlier this week. When you can’t swallow without being in pain, it’s best to not run. Granted that’s not what I wanted to do, but I thought I shouldn’t push it (plus my fiance wouldn’t let me). However, today I finally got a chance to run. My throat was still kind of sore but it wasn’t terrible. I was dying to run. It’s such a stress reliever it is not even funny.
My run went extremely well today. I ran extremely well all things considered. I managed to drag my butt out of bed and get up this morning to run. Proud of myself for that. My issue is just getting out of bed, once I get up I am ready to tackle the day. I ended up going 8 miles in roughly 73 minutes. However, I wanted to go 2 hours, but figured since I hadn’t run for a week it would end bad. Towards the end I could feel my hip (jacked it up on my last run). It hasn’t really hurt me, except when I run. After, it was kind of stiff and hurts once in awhile. I’m not sure what’s going on with it. The downside of my hip being an issue is because I broke them about 8 years ago, so it’s hard saying what’s up with it. I’m hoping to get new running shoes soon. Not that it will be the ultimate thing to fix my hip, but I’m hoping it will help a little.
Getting to the point of my title is because my fiance said something to me awhile ago that has stuck with me. He told me that my legs were ready for a half marathon, but mentally I was not ready. He got me really thinking about my mental state for this half marathon. In a sense I know he’s right, but the main time I quit thinking I’m ready for it is if I can’t run consistently. But then again, when I start running after a while I sart to think not so helpful thoughts. They’ll be along the lines of “why do I do this to myself,” “what’s the point, ” etc. So now I realize that I have to work on my mental state a great deal of I’m going to succeed as well as I want to. Generally, I don’t have negative thoughts but when it comes to running I apparently have quite a few. I now know what I need to work, which I realize I’ll always have.