Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire

Boy, that last post about my mother-in-law was boring! Jeepers.

Here's something certain to be of much greater interest: I went running today!

I was thinking of DoctorMama the whole time.

I used to run a lot. Well, a lot for someone who never thought she'd run at all unless she had to in order to save her life. For just over a year before I got pregnant, I ran about 30 miles a week. Then I got pregnant and running made me feel like I was going to die. So I stopped, and instead did things like the elliptical, stationery bike, walking, etc.

I've missed running a lot, but it's hard to coordinate a time when GH has enough energy to watch the twins, the twins don't need my boobs, etc., especially during the dark of winter.

But lo! Spring is coming. And yesterday I ran into my upstairs neighbor who is a nice guy who is a runner himself. I asked him what his pace was, and, upon finding it one that I had a snowball's chance in hell of keeping after not having run in eighteen months, I casually said, "Hey, ho, if you ever want a running partner, I'm trying to get back in the swing of things and I'd love to join you." He countered with an offer to stop by at 9:00 this morning, and I found myself with a running date.

I stuffed myself into my sports bra this morning and awaited the bell. I felt slightly intimidated by his cool gear, but I tried not to let it show. Before I knew it, we were off on a three-mile out-and-back. I was good for the first 1.5 miles, then we took a walk break together at the midpoint. Then we ran some more, but I soon needed another walk break. I encouraged Running Neighbor to keep on keeping on, which he did. I alternated running and walking for the remainder of the distance.

I now simultaneously feel like a million bucks and like ass. Mostly like a million bucks, though. The sun is out, it feels like spring, and I went running! So much more interesting than my mother-in-law woes, don't you think?