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back at it...

My husband has been up my butt about getting back into a regular routine of running and anything else in between.  I was running every other day for several months this time last year, or maybe it was earlier in the year, either way, it's been some time since I've done it consistently.

The other day, he said that we were going running and that was it.  He told me that we'd just do a loop and come back.

Well you have to keep in mind that he's been really good about keeping up on his running and {OH YEA} he wasn't pregnant and recovering from a miscarriage, so he could continue on as he would any day.  So getting back into the swing, was a little hard.  Now, I'm not there yet but I'm working on it.

So, Monday night we went running.

It was about 85 degrees {or maybe more but there was a heavy dose of humidity too} and I couldn't breath very well.  It was difficult, but I did it!

I ran just under 2 miles and walked about another 1/4 mile or so in between my to runs.  I also set a goal and exceeded it, which was huge for my first run!  I'm so excited, now I just have to get over how sore my legs are {which is a good thing} and do it again.

You have to keep in mind that my husband is about 9" taller than me and runs {that much more} faster than I do.  It's hard to keep up because his long legs just carry him so much further than I do.  He looped around me so that we would stay close together but also sped ahead when he knew I'd be in eye sight.

It was touch but the burn is good.

I know that it's a good opportunity {even in the blazing sun} to burn some of this fat that has accumulated on my thunder thighs before we pregnant again.

I wasn't eating like crazy and honestly, I haven't really gained much weight, just 3 or so pounds.  Some of that being stress eating weight BUT I'm starting to get better control of that again.  Just have to keep the pregnant girl next to me from keeping good food just laying around.  That and offering me good food when I don't need it!

I have to learn to say no, in more ways than one!  {I'm kidding... well about the latter part, at least...}

Anyway, that's all for now.

Just wanted to tell you that I'm back at it again and hope to keep it going for a while...!


Josey said…
Ugh, thanks for the reminder that I need a kick in the butt as well. Good job on the running!
Julie said…
I know what you mean about having the tall hubby. Mine is a full foot taller than me, so it makes running together pretty hard! We just purchased a jogging stroller for our 5 1/2 month old, so I'm hoping that motivates me to get back into it!!! Oh yeah, I don't think that I've ever commented before, but I have sent you an e-mail :-) My only advice is to remember to make jogging FUN again, don't make it a chore that you have to do. Good luck!
Way to go, that is awesome!

My husband and I have different schedules but we both need to start working out together to help motivate each other. It is much "easier" to workout with your husband instead of me trying to workout while he eats sweets and watches TV!!

Seriously, way to go!

(I hope you are feeling better. I have been thinking of you)
Anonymous said…
Great that you and Sean run together. I went running the other day- twice around my neighborhood loop. I must not know how to run anymore because I managed to kill my right calf muscle and was limping for the next two days afterward. Was able to ride my bike without pain but the walking was painful. I guess that will teach me to try and get exercise. This really bums me out because I have always wanted to run a marathon! I am going to have Jesse watch me run so that he can tell me what I am doing wrong when I plant my foot. What a mess I am!
Love you,

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