As I type, I am 37 weeks and
3 days pregnant. I am to that stage in
pregnancy where no comfortable position exists and I wonder on a regular basis
if I’ll ever be able to tie my own shoes ever again. I’ve gained 42 pounds so far in this
pregnancy and as my due date quickly approaches, I’m looking long and hard at
how to combine my new role of motherhood with my desired role as “fit
person”.
My go-to weight
loss/management and fitness strategy has always revolved around a gym – with my
husband’s busy work schedule, I know that a gym workout isn’t a realistic long
term fitness approach for me any longer. I’m now coming to grips with the fact my plan to get in shape post-baby
will have to involve in-home workouts…which isn’t a horrible predicament. After all, I do own a fabulous treadmill.
However, I hate, hate, HATE
running! Honest to heaven, I think
people that run marathons are completely crazy – that training schedule sounds
like torture. BUT. Here I sit…tipping the scale at a frightening
number (you didn’t think I would really tell you what I weigh, did you!?) so my
choices seem clear. 1 – do nothing and
be out of shape or 2 – suck it up and find a way to love running.
So, I’ll suck it up. As soon as the doctor gives me the go ahead,
I’ll start running on the treadmill. My
goal is to run a 5K in the early summer and a 10K in the fall. Those may not seem like the loftiest of
goals, but I’m factoring training time and conversion to the church of running
in that timeline.
I enter 2008 as plain old me with plans to end the year as a Mother and…a
runner. I’m not sure which one of those
new roles is more intimidating.
Happy New Year!
Erin


