Raining + training | Last week’s workouts
The sun has finally returned, so I decided to be a pleasant, semi-normal person again. I figured I’d do the things pleasant, semi-normal people do. For example, share. Let’s start with last week’s workouts (and who knows, maybe I’ll work up to sharing something you actually want. Or need. Or like. #nopromises).
Raining + training | Last week’s workouts
Monday: Class with the Mama Beasts – I’ve had to give myself some serious Monday morning pep talks the past few weeks. The gloomy weather hasn’t helped. I’m glad we made it to all three classes this week, though… mostly because the alternative was being cooped up in the house. Where there is chocolate. And no other adults between 8 AM – 6 PM.
Tuesday: Tone it Up workout + 2.5 mile loop around the Sugar Bowl and Castle Island
Wednesday: Class
Thursday: 3 mile walk in varying degrees of rain (sprinkling… drizzling… full on raining… and down pouring) to the post office (where we got to chat with a nun from the neighborhood, so that was a bonus) and the library (which was closed… and I am a dingbat for not checking the schedule ahead of time) and to the store for Zantac (the glamour of my GI-challenged life never ceases to amaze). And some much needed yoga.
Friday: Class (it seemed like an especially tough one), lots of stretching and foam rolling.
Saturday: Marine Corps Honor Run 5k and a 1.5 mile walk – I feel like kind of a boob saying this, but I’m pretty proud of how it went. Running with the double stroller is no joke. But Grace and baby Nick provide a good distraction. And there’s room for snacks in the handlebar pouch thing, so… there are definite advantages. I checked with our pediatrician first (obvi), but with its flat course and my current turtle pace, this race provided the perfect opportunity to run with both babes. I’ve run the Marine Corps Honor Run before and it’s always a pretty moving event. It’s an honor to be able to run it, for sure.
Sunday: Rest day
Despite all the rain, this felt like my strongest week of workouts in ages.
I’m slowly emerging from that postpartum fog (mostly I’ve come to accept that I will live like some sort of medieval peasant, getting 4 hours of sleep at night and subsisting solely on Grace’s table scraps until a miraculous 10 free minutes appear and I manage to consume the equivalent of breakfast, lunch, lunch 2, lunch 3 and dinner all at one).
And I’m so appreciative of this body I have. That matters as much (likely more) than any workout I finish.
On that cheeseball note, let’s go (responsibly) enjoy some sunshine.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Good read: The myth of quality time from The New York Times
- Planning an Alisa Burke-inspired seashell garden
- Committing the library schedule to memory… maybe
What are you feeling proud of this week?
