So let’s talk about something besides the baby for a second.
Even though he’s pretty much the best.
On Friday, I decided to start running again.
You may recall, if you’ve been hanging around this blog or me in real life for awhile, that I used to be a pretty serious runner.
And then I had an RA diagnosis and a medication allergy, and I became frustrated and unpleasant and pretty much quit.
And then I found yoga and got pregnant and kind of left the running in the dust.
And then I had to nurse Theo every five seconds so he didn’t lose his shit, so that burned up another nine months.
So here I am.
Well, run/walking, anyway.
I went during lunch (which deserves an entire post to itself, as I almost slipped and killed myself after showering, and also, I’m pretty sure my face is still red), and I started without a plan (this could be the first sentence of almost everything I do), and it took me 38:17 to run a 5k.
If I was to consult my racing spreadsheet (yes guys, I have a spreadsheet for everything), that would be an outlier in the wrong direction, but you know what chickadees, you’ve gotta start somewhere.
I can only go up.
Someone teach me how to get rid of that red face before my next meeting.