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.
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.
In case you missed it a little while ago I wrote a piece called “A Madlibs Bio of Every Yoga Instructor I Have Ever Had” that was posted on Thought Catalog. Check it out and let me know what you think!
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 makes me feel like an athlete but it doesn’t make me look like one.
- In related news, weights are the only thing that noticeably change my body.
- 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.
- Eating bread makes me feel sluggish but also happy.
- 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.