Running Bun wrote a thoughtful post  reflecting on workout-related regrets during her pregnancy. She wrote about being frustrated at herself for not wanting to and not being able to exercise the last trimester. A committed exerciser, she had imagined having a different experience. She got jealous of ladies who could run 8 miles on their due date.  Post-pregnancy she doesn’t regret not working out but she regrets the time spent beating herself up about not working out.

Baby now in tow,  Running Bun writes “It is such a short period of time and I wish I had taken the time to really enjoy what was happening.”

That struck a cord with me.  Not the pregnancy part. The other part.

I have a distinct memory of being in a yoga class and feeling supremely angry at myself for not being able to do a more advanced version of the pose. TRY HARDER my internal coach can belt. I walked out of class feeling more defeated than when I walked in. And from all the literature I’ve read on yoga, I don’t think that’s the point.
crow pose

Even though this lady can do it in a halter top.

I can think of at least two one-day juice cleanses that did not end in juice. And I remember feeling like a failure. A truffle-soaked french fry failure. 

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It’s one thing to obsess over Michelle Obama’s arms. Or your Physique 57 instructor’s entire body. But as far as I’m concerned, those aren’t REAL people. They are public-facing heroes of the human form. I imagine they can dedicate something I can’t to their bods. (Ie: Close the East Wing! It’s Soul Cycle time, baby! Evidently this is happening, lucky lady.)

So when I see someone in amazing shape in the wild (re: on the subway, at a party) I get a major girl crush. Who is this perfect human specimen? 

First Lady Arms

First Lady Arms

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Oh hello. Bienvenue! Velkommen! Maruhabaa! It’s me from before. I noticed quite a bit of international traffic to the blog recently, which has made me feel vaguely like an international icon. And with minimum 200% less infrastructure-inflicted poverty than the World Cup.

On a more personal note, I signed up for a Half Marathon! It’s on September 27 which means I am two weeks into a 12-week training plan. I’m following Hal Higdon’s Novice 2 training plan. Does anyone have any other training plan to recommend?  Mr. Higdon’s is pretty straight forward: run 4 times a week (including one long run), cross train one time, rest the other two days. The long runs get a mile longer each week. The lesson for me here is clear: there is no black magic or intelligent combination that results in success. To become a stronger runner, you just have to run.  Kind of a bummer.

Running in Quogue Wildlife Reserve

Running in Quogue Wildlife Reserve

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  1. Running makes me feel like an athlete but it doesn’t make me look like one.
  2. In related news, weights are the only thing that noticeably change my body.
  3. I do not like indoor cycling.  I specifically begrudge SoulCycle for making their spin rooms sweltering. That said, cults have been using sweat lodges for years, so I support their use of data-driven solutions and outside-industry research.
  4. Eating bread makes me feel sluggish but also happy.
  5. Reading fitness blogs like these motivates me to keep going.

And for those playing at home, this is me riding a cruiser this weekend. My new favorite (only favorite) kind of bike.

riding in westhampton