There’s been something kind of bugging me recently. Well, not recently, but for a while now.
As a new mom and an active woman, there’s this tremendous pressure to go back. To get back to my previous weight. To get back into my pre-pregnancy clothes. To get back to my pre-pregnancy racing times. To get back to my pre-pregnancy workout schedule.
Here’s the thing, there is no going back.
My body is never going to be the same as it was before I had my son. I will always have the scars of pregnancy, giving birth, and nursing my son in some shape or form somewhere in/on my body. That’s just a fact of life.
I’m not going back.
I’ve got the scars of childbearing and I’m gonna wear them like the warrior that I am. They are the best reminders I have that there is more to life than whatever the hell I’m doing right now.
Instead, I’m going to go forward, just as I am, scars and all. And I’m gonna tackle a half marathon this summer.
I may not PR. I probably won’t, actually. I may not get in all the miles that I put on my training schedule. I may not ever reach my ideal racing weight. Actually, I probably won’t with that one, either.
But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the fact that I’m not back to where I used to be hold me back from taking on this race.
It’s the Napa to Sonoma Half Marathon in July and I’m really pumped to be training again, extra pounds and all. I’m doing it with 2 friends who are newbies to running and having a ball coaching them to the finish line.
I don’t want to be back where I was before my baby. He’s awesome. And that shouldn’t be a goal of mine. I’m going forward and gonna kick some ass along the way!
Now go out and run.