The first in I don’t know how many posts about new beginnings. But physical well-being is your intro.
In the past 18 months, I feel like I’ve let myself go physically. While all of my clothes still fit, more or less, they’re not as comfortable as they should be. Initially, part of the physical neglect came from the sheer amount of work I had to do at my old-old job, but when a friend and I decided to take lunches at the gym together, we both lost weight and I trained for Cherry Blossom. However, going into the new-old job, with the biking and the running that I thought I’d be doing, I figured I would be down a few pounds by the end of the summer. At the end of my time there, I was up eight pounds from April’s race given that I couldn’t establish a good routine. And overall, I’m up 20 pounds since I moved to D.C.
Ten pounds I could handle. Twenty? Nyet, no more!
So with Cherry Blossom coming up again, now is the time to get back into it. But also with this comes the active commute I’d so been looking forward to: my new position is even closer to my house, so on days when I don’t bike, I can walk—something I was doing every day at the old-old job. It’ll be a three-mile roundtrip if I walk, four miles if I bike. Either way, I can move. And to ensure that I keep on moving, I bought some comfy rain boots so I don’t flake and take the bus when it’s raining (if anything can put me in a bad mood, it’s rain).
So I get to move again (losing those 15 miles of walking per week had an impact, I think—not only did I hit the gym less, but I wasn’t moving at all to get to work; eso no es bueno). My husband and I have also made a commitment to focusing on our physical health by becoming gym buddies again. With our pullback from our volunteer duties, our plan is to let the extra time be devoted to writing and working out. Already, beginning in early December, we’ve made a stellar improvement (hell, we even worked out at my parents’ house; that never happens). It’s actually quite helpful to hear him say to me (or vice versa): “You know, you’re going to the gym today with me.” While he works on his weight training, I either run for three miles or use the elliptical for 15 minutes and the rowing machine for another 15 minutes. It’s been really, really good to know that we’re getting our workouts done. The husband is again hinting at wanting to maybe get a bike, which would mean weekend bike rides together! Awesome.
Because I want to be sure to kick ass during Cherry Blossom and because I think it would be good to push my boundaries and meet new people, I signed up for Potomac River Running’s Cherry Blossom training program. Not only do I get some nifty New Balance swag, but hopefully I’ll meet some cool people whose enthusiasm for running year-round, not just during Cherry Blossom, will get me back into running full-time. I can be very shy in real life, so this won’t be the easiest for me. But I’m willing to give it a shot. (And I want that blue corral for 2015, damn it.)
My workouts lately haven’t been structured, but I have made it a point to get to the gym two to three times a week; I’m going to make it a non-negotiable by penciling it into my calendar so I don’t say, “Welp, I can always do it tomorrow.” I know that never works, because tomorrow then becomes tomorrow’s tomorrow. I’m also using the 5K-to-10K app to ease me back into running while my training program starts (though I am pissed that they’re trying to sell me the app update as opposed to giving it to me since, you know, I already paid for it).
Finally, the other thing I’m stowing away is the idea that I shouldn’t be doing this because we’re TTC. The idea that, “I might be pregnant, so maybe I shouldn’t do X.” I’ve fallen victim to it, but here’s the thing: I’m always immensely happy and feeling better about myself when I’m moving. Why not feel that way as we try to make Baby Writer? And if I can keep it up during the pregnancy and beyond? Even better. I’ve always wanted to be the type of mom who buys a jogging stroller and takes her kid out for a spin.
Bottom line, a moving TTC Writer is a happy TTC Writer. I know this. Now you know this. So when I start to say I’m feeling down and out, tell me to go run or bike on it.