Thursday, April 8, 2010
Okay. So, I haven't been so great at the working out thing since I had my little Sweet Pea. (really since I became sick soon after I found out about the little muffing cooking inside me) However, I was feeling ambitious a couple of days ago and so I went to the Recreation Center to get on the treadmill.
I was thinking that I would get there, walk for a warm up, walk faster for my workout with little spurts of jogging (1 min. intervals). Oh, was I surprised. I walked for my warm up and then started to increase the speed of the treadmill. I couldn't raise it past 3.0 at any point during the workout. I walked for 20 minutes.
I got off the treadmill and wanted, even though I had FINALLY got to the gym, to cry. I have NEVER in my entire life workout out at that low of a speed. I never ever warmed up that low. I used to start at 3.5 or 4 for a light jog warm up. Even at my fattest, most out of shape time. Never.
This C-section thing really took it's toll on my body. I had no idea. I had been feeling really good. Really wanting to get out and begin my runs again. Dreaming about Running. I now understand the true meaning of "lack of motivation." It's not just the activity, length, or no-one to work out with. It's the feeling of humiliation. The feeling your body gives you of can't. Or even won't. It's hard.
I must not let these feelings, no matter how real, over run the motivation that got me out of the house this week. I NEED to keep going. I will.