I have been striving to move more. Since the weather is cold and it still feels like winter most days, I have been going to the gym. It is easiest for me so I can let go of my kids for a little while. Lil’Miss get’s in some play time away from home and I get a break from holding Lil’Bean who has been super cranky the past several weeks.
For the past few months I have been working out on the treadmill. I want to be able to run again so that is where I am focusing for the moment. Since I haven’t really run much in the past three years, it is a slow recovery from two “bunched” pregnancies (referring to baby bunching, when you have children less than two years apart). Both pregnancies took quite the toll on my body.
The first few walks on the treadmill after Lil’Bean was born were challenging. I felt like my insides still wanted to fall out. I guess I still had some healing to do and maybe should have given it a little more time.
Three weeks ago I started to spend an hour on the treadmill. I mostly walk, but I am trying work in intervals with burst of jogging here and there. The first 30 minutes I put the treadmill at an incline and briskly walk. The last half of my walk is when I work in the intervals.
It is hard for me not to watch the clock when I am running. I keep thinking, “When can I stop running. It is killing me.” Even though I have headphones with music or podcasts it just doesn’t keep me engaged. I tire out quickly and only end up running 30 seconds or so.
Last week a started playing a little game. The gym I go to is small and the treadmills face a wall of windows that look out to a parking lot. Beyond the parking lot is a well traveled street. It usually isn’t too busy, but there is enough traffic to keep me busy.
It started with counting 10 cars. After 10 cars passed me, I could take a break from running. Then start back up after a little bit. Today since it was Saturday and traffic was a bit heavier I bumped it up to 30 cars. I ran as I counted out, “1,2,3…… common….” getting stuck at 25 a couple of times and then finally 30 cars would pass me by. Then as I walked and rested I would count out another 30 cars as I recovered before I started the run all over again. It amazed me how I was able to run longer and didn’t poop out as quick.
I still have a long way to go before I am running a 5K without walking, but we will get there. I may have to count a few thousand cars before then, but we will get there. In the mean time I will walk for an hour or 3.5 miles, which ever comes sooner.
Happy Counting and Happy Running!!