This last weekend, I ran 5 miles. It wasn't pretty. It wasn't easy. But it's progress nonetheless. I've got to be honest, I'm not very happy with my current physical state. I keep trying to tell myself to lighten up but it's hard and humbling when I'm reminded exactly how much I can't do every time I go out.
I'm a little nervous for the 1/2 marathon in April. I have two and a half months to work my way up to 13 miles and it's going to take a while. We won't discuss the 70.3.
I usually try to keep everything here fairly positive but I'm going to indulge in a little bitch session. Feel free to stop reading.
I feel overwhelmed. I feel isolated. My entire world has been turned upside down with Winston and for the most part it's good. But it was a huge change in a short amount of time and I'm still trying to adjust. My career and role at work is different (read: completely inconsequential due to my flexible and reduced schedule). My relationships have all changed. My free time is nonexistent. My body still feels foreign. I love my little boy more than anything but I still feel like I lost something. I suppose this is probably all normal but no one talks about it. All of the new moms I know are just over the moon about being a mom so I don't have anyone to talk to. I feel like a crappy mom. I hope it's just the sleep deprivation and hormones talking.
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