my first run

First off, a HUGE “thank you” to all of my readers for your outpouring of support, love, and motivation following my {confessions} post.  Most agreed that I should listen to my body and take my time – after all, there is no rush.  I’m happy I waited as long as I did.  I truly believe my body had a chance to recover and figure out the pieces to my postpartum body.  Like any puzzle, it takes time to put together.

13 weeks postpartum, I decided to give running a try.  It was a beautiful Sunday morning.  The sun was shining.  The temperature was pleasant (for a January morning).  I had zero expectations.  I knew I was going to be slow.  Then I took my slow, and lowered my expectations even (s)lower.  I didn’t want any pressure.  I just wanted to run. Lace up my running shoes.  Wear a technical long sleeve.  I wanted to sweat.  I wanted to move.  I wanted my body to do what I love to do best.1528710_812179278808618_322537965_n

I wanted to run.

After morning family time and reading books, my boys let me do something for me.  BJ smiled as I put on my running outfit.  LJ looked at me in wonder – he’s never seen me in “running clothes”.  Okay, I take that back, he’s seen me in plenty of black stretchy pants and running shoes, but he’s never seen me in running mode.  It felt good to wear running shoes for…running.

I don’t normally listen to music when I run – in fact I haven’t listened to music on a run in over 2 years- but I knew that I needed a little pick-me-up and Foster the People was just the thing to do it.  I turned on my iPod.  I started my watch.  As soon as I hit the pavement I felt alive.  I felt wonderful and terrible all at the same time.  I was running.  I was running. 

My first run postpartum was better than I could’ve ever expected.  Maybe it was the weather.  Maybe it was the energy on the trail.  Maybe it was the runner wearing a Boston Marathon shirt and our mutual respect even though I wasn’t wearing my shirt.  Maybe it was that my expectations were so low that I convinced myself it would be terrible.  Maybe it was the fact that I couldn’t wait to get home to my boys.  Whatever it was, whatever helped me on my first run, it was the perfect re-entry into the sport that I love.  The one thing that makes me, me.

I ran 2 miles.  And even though it wasn’t very much, and even though it wasn’t my fastest run and even though it really hurt, it made me happy.  BJ said my smile was big.  Really, very big.  It was big.  I was happy to finish my first run postpartum.

It felt good to run – but I’m still going to take it easy.  My promise to myself is to run 1-2 days/week, in addition to long walks and {mommy & me} yoga with LJ.  For now, mommy Melody is much different than before – and I’m okay with that!

How was your first (postpartum) run?



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  1. Great job Mel! Your “slow” time is still faster than my time anyday! 🙂

  2. Yeah, soo exciting!!! I’m sure it will get easier from now on. Enjoy!!

  3. I waited 6 weeks before going for my first “run” which was really just alternating a minute of walking with a minute of running for 15 minutes…it wasn’t much but it still felt pretty amazing just to be moving again!

  4. I think you are awrring a wonderful example melody about listening to your body and not putting any pressure on yoirself.
    It’s been 6moa since I could run and as I read this I thiufjt, this will be much the same way I will feel when I can run again!!!

  5. Welcome back! I think it’s great that you took your time and didn’t succumb to the pressure to return to running as soon as possible. Listening to our bodies and doing what feels right is so important. Glad your first run back was a good one. Love Foster the People!

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