a story about endorphins


December 8, 2011 by Heather

Since becoming with child, my exercise routine has slowed down.  Way down.  Before seeing those double pink lines on the pee stick, I was working on my fitness 4-5 times a week.  My favorite mode of cardio exercise is running.  I can’t believe I just typed that, since 3 years ago I couldn’t even run a mile.  I tried so hard to lose weight for our wedding that I ended up gaining weight instead… what joy.

I hated the thought of going for a run, but after we got home from the honeymoon I was desperate to lose the extra jiggle I had managed to add on (ahem, 13 pounds).  Running was the only thing I had not tried.  I started a little bit at a time, and it wasn’t easy.  It hurt and it sucked and I didn’t like it at first.  But you know what?  It worked, by golly.  The pounds melted off and I felt amazing and healthier than ever.

You can do just about anything with a really good playlist and a decent sports bra, I’m convinced of it.

Last November I ran a half marathon, and Andrew ran a full marathon.  Training for it was one of the hardest, most painful and exhilarating things I’ve done.  Until we started training, the most I’d run was a 5k… so I had a ways to go!  Each Saturday leading up to the race we did our long run for the week.  I remember after every Saturday run where I’d added an extra mile I would just cry and cry, because it felt so… victorious.  Impossible, even.  Yet I was doing it.  And I ran all 13.1 of those miles when the race came, in 2 hours and 19 minutes.  It is one of my proudest accomplishments.

When I found out I was pregnant, the running came to an abrupt halt.  I was terrified of something awful happening, because unfortunately it so often does.  I immediately quit caffeine, deli meat, salicylic acid face wash, and running.  I became a walker, and it felt pretty lame.  Sure, it was nice to get out and move some, but it felt slow and like I wasn’t doing anything.  I’d take Mayfield for her walks and that was it.   I’d go to the gym and walk on the treadmill, bored out of my mind.  Maybe that’s why I’ve hated going to the gym lately.  That and all the skinny hardcore folk.  And the grunting meat heads.

This afternoon I came home from work and felt a little off.  My face felt greasy, my clothes felt itchy, the apartment was a mess.  I knew if I did some sort of exercise that I’d feel better.  I also knew that I was sick of walking, dang it.  And I didn’t want to go to the gym.  I’m kind of over that place right now, if you can’t tell.

So I stopped scrubbing the toilet, threw on Andrew’s sweats that were in the floor and put on a couple of sweatshirts, a hat and some gloves.  I did a couple of quick stretches and told the baby to hang on to its placenta… mommy needed to go for a run.

Me and that bell pepper-size baby ran two whole miles in 27 degree weather while the sun set over the mountains.  I jogged slowly over the snow covered side walks and hopscotched over the icy patches.  My face was freezing and my legs were screaming and it felt amazing.

And that, ladies and gents, is how stella got her groove back.

My knees are going to hate me tomorrow 🙂


3 thoughts on “a story about endorphins

  1. flamingomama says:

    Love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    Love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. So it’s legit to run with child?

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