"I NEED to lose this weight!"
"I NEED to get back into shape!"
"I NEED to get in at least 40 miles!"
Yadda yadda yadda. What else is new? I always seem to get into this pickle. At least I caught myself. On my run on Saturday, when my back was hurting and I felt myself bemoaning the slow pace and my fat butt, I decided enough was enough. I had a baby 10 weeks ago. Who cares where I was at this point after my last pregnancy. Who cares where other people were at 10 weeks post partum. I am where I am and I'm happy. Sure, I want to lose the weight and get faster, but now is not the time to MAKE it happen. Now is the time to get back into running and have fun and let nature take it's course. It's not the time to push through injuries and be a hero. Duh.
So, instead of doing my hard longer run of 10 hilly miles I had planned for Sunday, I left the watch at home and enjoyed 7 easy hilly miles. It doesn't sound like much of a compromise, but in my head it was. I had to shut up the "go go go go GO! No matter what!" voice and deviate from my plan. Nor surprisingly, my back is much better (I must have po'd my sacroiliac joint which manifested in a dull ache in my lower back and a sharp stabby pain in my groin if I laid on my side.)
In other news, #2 is 13 lbs! She's 90th percentile for height and weight. Atta girl! She is so stinkin' cute! She smiles and babbles and is so so lovable. I never thought I could love another as much as peanut, but lo and behold I do!
And with that, here's what I did last week!
M: (2x BOB) 6 miles no watch
T: (alone!) My mom watched the kids and I ran 6.12 alone averaging 8:41. Last mile was 7:51!
W: (2x BOB) Met my friends and their kiddos for 7. Definitely feeling Tuesday's run!
F: (2x BOB) Another friend run. Felt like poo.
Sa: (alone!) Ran 8.1 hilly miles averaging 9:16 pace
Su: (alone!) 7 very enjoyable easy miles. No watch.
Total: 40.22 miles
Weight: Lost 2 more lbs so that's a positive. Still have 26 to go.