I started running.
It’s going to go slowly, I don’t doubt that.
I’m doing a program called The Couch to 5K. I’d already started it when I first got pregnant with Little Bear, but I quit [even though they told me I could keep doing it] because I was so exhausted. Lame excuse, but I was really tired early on. [Ask me how much TV Butter watched. No wait. Don’t.]
I did my first run today and I feel good about it. I struggled a bit with the actual running bit at the very last interval, but other than that and a stitch in my ribs, it was almost too easy. It kind of makes me think I wasn’t running fast enough, but I didn’t want to push it too much. I had a baby 7 weeks ago, you know.
Speaking of the baby. I cannot believe Little Bear is 7 weeks. Further, I can’t believe we’ve had him home for a month. I have to call the pedi for a weight check/vaccination tomorrow and it’s just shocking the heck out of me. Time flies, right?
The drive yesterday went well. I’ll update about that tomorrow.