Remember when I mentioned training for the Cherry Blossom 10-Miler, here? Well, now that I’ve put it in writing, I guess it’s official! For the past year or so, I’ve tried (and failed) to make myself a priority – especially as it relates to health/fitness. Well, signing up for a 10-miler will force you to make that time.
Maybe it’s that Harper is 15 months old, and no longer the fussy, newborn who needs constant holding and attention? Gosh, she’s the furthest from that now. Miss Independent. Wonder who she gets that from? 😉 Maybe it’s that I’ve finally started to push the guilt aside and make that time (with reassurance from my hubs that it’s okay). Or maybe it’s because I’m truly focused in on my One Little Word for 2017, which is “self”. Whatever it is, it’s made me feel a bit more like myself than I have in a long time.
Anyway, I digress. There’s a whole other blog post (or 700) about all the “self” stuff. I really suck at making the time, so I’m trying really, really hard.
I’ll keep you posted on my training as it gets closer to race day, but I did something last week that I think really kicked off the whole training/making time for myself. I got back in the saddle. Literally. At Soul Cycle.
I’m lucky enough to be related (thanks to my hubs, again) to one bad ass Soul instructor, Kathleen. So, when my in-laws began planning a workout and brunch in D.C., I was all in. The 5 of us met in D.C. to
get our asses kicked take Kathleen’s 9:30 Soul Survivor class. We rode in the very back row because it’s where we felt most comfortable. Honestly, I’d probably hang out back there for the next few rides until I can really get the hang of “tapping it back” without feeling completely off beat. In that dark room, you’re asked to leave everything behind. Just ride. For yourself.
Gosh, the thought of doing anything for myself has been so foreign lately. Kathleen’s message throughout the 60-minute heart-pumping class was that you have to take care of yourself before you can be there for anyone else. Love yourself, make time for yourself, and basically keep your own tank full so you can give to others. Um. Did she plan this class personally for me? I rode my heart out, sweated my ass off, and felt like I had been to therapy in that dark room. Something flipped. I needed to take care of me first.
So, here I am. Week 4 of 10-miler training. It’s about 10 times harder than I imagined. I keep telling myself I can do this. I mean, I’ve done it before. I ran a 10-miler and half marathon in 2014. But gosh, that feels like ages ago. That was a completely different me. I laugh thinking back to how little time I *thought* I had back then. Little did I know. So, here I am. With the help of Logan, I’m making the time to get my training runs in. I’m asking for help with daycare pickup and on the weekends. I’m making the time for myself.
Slow and steady…
Did/are you struggling with fitness post-baby? Any tips for me?