Back in the saddle....

You know how you feel when you fit into your clothes but not REALLY fit into them?  I can wear most everything (and for that I am thankful) but sometimes it hurts to sit cross legged.  Now, I can't remember everything about kindergarten, but I do remember being able to sing my ABC's in a cross legged position without being in pain.  There is a difference between "fitting" into your clothes and actually enjoying wearing clothes.  In an effort to move closer to the latter, I have decided to be a non-sloth. 

Day one started off well enough.  I was out of bed by eight, which is basically six a.m. to me.  With only the baby awake and looking at me expectantly, I was up and at ‘em.  First challenge of the day: finding a sports bra.  It’s been quite a while since I’d worn one, but I knew my mission was going to be a complete and utter failure without this critical piece of equipment.  I mean, really....I’m still nursing a six month old....a sports bra alone might not be enough at this point.  I might have to hunt down one of those black back braces that the guys wear who work on loading docks.  With a generous amount of faith in the makers of modern undergarments, I wiggled myself into said bra, and busted out some exercise clothing that (no joke) still had the tags on.  This fact is a little funnier when you realize this stuff was purchased by my husband after my FIRST pregnancy.  (when I talked real big about starting to get back in shape.....I dabbled a little bit that time, but figured out an easy way out of that commitment: Get pregnant again! Problem solved!) 

My expectations this morning were low.  I decided I was going to do thirty minutes on the treadmill, at a tiny incline.  I was going to walk four minutes and then run one until my time was up.  The first five minutes were awesome.....I felt energized, alive!  I’m not as bad off as I thought!  I’ll be running the whole thirty in no time!  The one minute run was E-A-S-Y....I foolishly thought, “I don’t need to run/walk....I think I can keep running....”, but with respect to my plan, I stuck to the Walk4/Run1 system.  At about minute eight, I wonder who dumped a bucket of angry fire ants down my exercise pants.  This was not your ordinary “runner’s itch”....but something much, much more pitiful.  As I attempted to keep up my run/walk while I ferociously itched the fronts of my thighs, Livi managed to wiggle herself in my direction to see what the heck was going on.  She stared up with incredulity at the crazy person next to her, trying to rip her own skin off (but not bail on the workout, thank you very much!)  To make matters worse, the body part sqeezed into the sports bra started protesting as well.  You know the sound a building makes right before it collapses onto itself?  I think I heard that sound coming from my chest.  I’m not sure what it meant, but I cut it short for this morning.  My boobs hurt, and the baby on the floor had gone from amazement to irritation.  Not what I had planned, but I am hopeful.  Cardiovascularly (is that a word?) I felt good!  I remember how much I like to feel my heart pumping hard.....now only if I can get my body parts on board.  Workout total: 21 minutes.  This isn’t going to be easy, but it’s doable.