On Thursday Mason and I were not jiving. We weren't getting along AT ALL. The final tipping point was when I tried to feed him from a bottle and he wasn't feeling it. After a grueling 45 minutes and a whole lot of spit up, he finally finished the bottle, but left us both unsatisfied.
I did the one thing I knew would calm me down ... I went out for a run. Correction ... walk and slow jog. I knew I should've technically waited until my doctor's appointment on April 30th, but after walking for 4 minutes I just had to get away faster. So I started jogging and it felt great. I took it easy and alternated between walking and jogging in 4 minute intervals, and stopped after 20 minutes.
It felt great. Ryan was not pleased but he knows that I rarely listen to him anyways, so scolding me would not help.
Yesterday we were so caught up with friends in town that I missed out on my daily walk. This morning I knew I had to get outside early for fear of missing out again. Leaving Mason sleeping peacefully under Ryan's watchful eye, I laced up my sneakers and headed outside for what became my first real run in what seems like months.
Let's not get crazy here ... I walked for 1 minute as a warm up and then ran for 19:30 minutes at what seemed like a snail's pace. As soon as I saw our house in sight I slowed it down for a 30 second walk as a cool down and then entered the house slightly out of breath and sweating like crazy. I think Ryan knew right away what I had just done.
Fingers crossed for no pain later on in my stitches area (don't worry I won't offer any more details on that).
Only other thing to worry about now is ... when do I get my new pair of sneakers that I so desperately need? And possibly a more supportive sports bra? Cause we all know I'm not going to stop running ... oh no, it's on.
Twas the Week Before Christmas
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