So I've started a new running program.
Since I had Lincoln just 3 short months ago I have tossed around how I would get myself back into decent shape after carrying and then birthing 6 children.
I do know one thing for sure - The original hips, they ain't ever comin' back. (among other things)
I grew up in sports my whole life, so working out has always been part of who I am...you know, until the half dozen kids, middle of the night feedings, homework, housework, time with hubby, running around like a crazy woman lifestyle kicked in. At that point, the gym took a back seat to my 7 favortie people, as it should.
Heading out the door for the gym the moment Eric gets home is not an option - nights are busy here and since he's not home at night often, we eat dinner as a family when he is. Period. End of story.
Now you know that I am not one to talk much about exercising and body image mainly because I have 5 little girls watching my every self-critisizing move, and because I believe that we are all fearfully and wondefully made just like the Lord wants us... Thankyouverymuch.
And besides, I like to think I've already been in the best shape of my life, remember?
Sigh...a shape only God can give. The baby bump perfectly placed in those dreamy elastic waist band pants...now thats bliss.
Anyway, I've decided over the past month that since I can't get to the gym at a reasonable hour, it would be healthy for my frame of mind to carve out a time in the wee hours of the morning where I can get out there and run my stress off, collect my thoughts, take some deep breaths, and ask the Lord to help me be more patient...cause I haven't been lately.
This early morning thing is a big deal because there is basically only one thing that will usually get me out of bed before 6am - and that is one sweet Lincoln Lynch. Mmmm, he is a treasure at any hour.
The other reason it's a big deal is because for 9 months out of this past year I have only seemed to be consistant with three things...
1. Taking a prenatal vitamin...
2. making myself believe that sweat pants are actually "trendy track pants"...
3. and being able to finish a bag of starburst jelly beans in record timing.
SO, all that to say I have embarked on this new running plan...and to ask you if you are in our neighborhood at 5am and see me laying face down in someones front yard weeping, to please call my husband and ask him to come and get me. He'll understand.
So here's to me getting an hour to myself 4 times a week...4 hours out of 168! It's like Christmas.
Let's see if I can stick to it!