Since I am well into my return to fitness, I thought that documenting bits of the journey here would help with accountability and would also be fun to look back on eventually. I love having that sort of record, hence the creation of a blog to begin with.
So, a quick review of the week's workouts and strong hopes for more of the same in week two and few dips (if any) in motivation.
And before I dig in, let's just agree upfront that when I say "run," what I mean is a jogging/walking combination that I hope errs more on the side of jogging -- and eventually, actual running -- with time. Please and thank you. Moving on.
Sunday: my first post-baby workout other than walks. Ran in the neighborhood. Felt great to be back at it, but also bluntly (and frankly, a bit cruelly) reminded of the huge amount of work I have to do and how very out of shape I am.
Monday: my first class at The Bar Method. It was the most humbling hour that I can remember, but also awesome. I had that unmistakeable burn that signifies a good workout and the moves themselves harkened back to my ballet days, which was a pleasant experience/memory.
Tuesday: off. Almost like I had overdone it a bit after a VERY lengthy fitness hiatus, I was sore in places I did not realize I possessed, so a rest was in order.
Wednesday: ran in the neighborhood. I did this early in the day and felt great. It was still a bit chilly and windy, but I was able to run more than the first time and still had energy to spare when I returned home (which was good since G was waking up in need of feeding and changing and the like).
Thursday: class number two at TBM and with the privilege of having one of the studio owners as my instructor. She was incredible and tough and even though I struggled mightily with most of the moves, she was inspiring and motivating and I will be scouring the schedule to take as many of her classes as I can.
Friday: off but I laugh as I type that because I was solo with the kids and managed both the park and errands so I was more tired at the end of that day than all other workouts combined.
Saturday: ran in the neighborhood, and with new shoes to boot. Perhaps my expectations were too high, but this was a rough one and I lacked energy and motivation throughout. And my new shoes, while feeling light as air, do still need some breaking in, so that wasn't joy-filled either. Ah well, I made it through to run another day.
Sunday (today): off and as I type this, I'm basking in genuine Chicago sun and warmth with a cold glass of Pinot Grigio at the ready, both babies napping in their rooms. No regrets. :)