The last time I went for a run was in mid-September. Four months and one baby later, also known as yesterday, I got back out there. My outfit had been pre-assembled and waited patiently for me by the front door for almost a week. Such is life with a newborn.
I owe a huge debt of gratitude to my friend Tara — she was in town for a visit and offered to watch the baby while I ran. Not to mention she also cooked brunch for us! She is my hero.
The run lasted approximately 20 minutes. The weather was fabulous; I only needed one layer! That made things infinitely nicer.
For the first block or so, my body was…confused. Everything felt weird. I went slowly, oh so slowly, because hello, four months. I felt aches in various places — some expected, some not expected. No sharp pains, though, so I kept easing along until I had finished my loop.
During the run, during my cool-down walk, and during some truly delicious stretching afterwards, I realized that my return to running will be long and slow. Even with an enthusiastic green light from my doctor, my body still has lots of readjustment and relearning to do, and I intend to let it do just that. I didn’t run today to let the soreness dissipate, and my next run will be…I don’t know. Tomorrow, maybe.
As for how it felt mentally/ emotionally? I wish I could say that my heart and spirit soared and I wanted to sing and that the run felt lighter than air, but truthfully, it was a relatively anticlimactic event. I was quietly happy to once again be out in the fresh air, exerting myself, experiencing the world in the unique way that is running. It was like reuniting with a great friend after a long separation: there isn’t a lot of fanfare; you just pick up right where you left off, even if it’s been years.
Come to think of it, I can’t think of a better way to get back to running.
Here’s to the future!