My baby boy turned one this week. And it made me sentimental, about not only how fast the time goes, but also feel proud. Proud of me.
Too often, I think negatively about my running abilities. I had a few mornings this week where I stopped to walk, because I was hot or tired. I bemoaned how my speed still hasn’t picked up since the baby was born, and if anything, I have gotten slower this time around. I groaned about my diastasis recti, angry that I still have it, and the back pain that comes with it.
But on GM’s first birthday, I suddenly felt grateful and proud. Grateful that I’ve been able to run consistently since having him. Grateful that I can bring him along on a stroller run. Grateful that I can get outside for alone time on mornings when my days are jam packed and filled with family. And proud – proud that despite everything going on in my life and all the change the past year, I’m still here, still running.
Here’s how the week went – and spoiler alert, I was still running:
Sunday – 5.25 miles and DR exercises
Monday – 5.1 miles and DR exercises
Tuesday – 5.13 and DR exercises
It was a misty and foggy morning, and I caught this photo as the fog was sitting over the marsh nearby.
Wednesday – 5 miles and DR exercises
Thursday – 5 miles and DR exercises
Friday – 5.01 miles plus DR exercises
Saturday – DR exercises and no running; instead, I got in plenty of walking with my parents who were in town to celebrate GM’s birthday – about 17,000 steps without a run is a good day in my book!
Total: 30.49 weekly miles
Some questions for you:
- How often do you feel grateful that you can run/walk/exercise?
- It was my half birthday yesterday! Do you ever celebrate 1/2 birthdays?
l am linking up with Deborah and Kim for the Weekly Run Down.
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