So yeah, working out. Outside of post-dinner dance parties with Mia and our walks around the subdivision, there is not a whole lot of that going on lately.
Howeeeeeeever, I've been inspired.
I spent most of my junior high, high school and college days playing volleyball. All year round. I was always active. I ran, trained and played volleyball constantly. Even after college, I coached for 2 years and still played in my own "old lady" leagues. The last tournament I played in was on a evening league, after work. I was loosing the competition that I loved so much about the sport. I was showing up and playing against women with sweat bands on their forehead and wrists and knee pads and elbow pads. I never was a fan of knee pads. I always said
real volleyball players don't need them if you know how to land/fall correctly. I was starting to feel old. All of us were. When you go from the collegiate level to the adult level of competition, things change. So I stopped.playing.for.good.
I kept working out and taking care of myself. I had a lot of injuries in my career and didn't want to feel any results of those injuries, so I kept my muscles strong and active.
Work got busier, life got busier and then I got married. We worked out together all the time, went on bike rides (however I am still not good on the bike, never was) and focused on taking care of us. Then we decided to start trying for a baby. It took us 8 months to get pregnant. During that time, I still exercised and took yoga. Throughout my entire pregnancy with the exception of the last 2 months or so I worked out several times a week and continued with yoga. Then, we became parents in a new house, in a new town. As soon as I got the green light from my doctor, I went back to the gym. I started the C25K running program because let's be honest, most of my maternity leave was spent on the couch. I had a goal. I wanted to run the St. Patty's Day 5 mile in March. I ran and I ran and I ran and then race day came. The Hubs, my sister and I all ran it. Mia "ran" in the jogging stroller with Daddy. My sister and I stayed together and motivated each other. I even cried when I crossed the finish line. Not a scary, crinkle ugly face cry, but a happy "yay for me" cry! It was awesome! It was such an accomplishment. I ran track & field in high school, but I was a sprinter and a jumper, not a long distance runner.
After that. I officially fell off of the wagon. The gym I belonged to was bad. Too small and too crowded. The one on my way home from work had old equipment. I lost my drive. I still do yoga occasionally at home thanks to Ms. Bethenny Frankel (love her) and do go on walks with Mia. But that's it. Better than nothing, but I could be doing more.
We all know how difficult it is to work out and have a family. It is. Say it with me. We know and it's ok to admit it.
There's a certain someone in my blog universe that has had quite a remarkable year.
Katie is a motivation to many and was a motivation to me. Therefore, I have made a commitment to myself and will be running the 5 mile St. Patty's Day Run for the 2nd time this March and thanks to
Lindsay's suggestion I will be running with her and
Gina, two other fine females in my blog universe. Lindsay promised shenanigans afterwards and what girl doesn't like that for a little extra push. I mean it is a St. Patty's Day Run after all.
So thank you ladies! I guess now I have an excuse to go get a new pair of running shoes because I'm quite sure the training will go much better if I have some pretty new ones!
