Well, there is no photographic evidence but I'm running. I have been scared to write about it in case I wimped out. A few weeks ago, I was inspired by Jen's efforts to get off the couch and get running a 5K in 9 weeks. So, three times a week, we meet up or if I can't I hit the dreadmill at work.
At first, we were really winded after running one min. Friday, we ran 20 mins straight around Farewell Bend Park and only felt winded after 18 mins. Today, at week 5, we ran our first 5K where we ran 5 mins, walked 3 mins, ran 8 mins, walked 8 and ran another 5. The most rewarding thing is that we finished and did I mention, the baby weight is coming off?
I feel horrible if I miss a day of running because I feel so great after. It's helping my mood and sleep (unless interrupted by the baby). Eventually, I will have to switch my running to the morning when it's cooker which is OK since I get up at 5 a.m. anyway with Ben.
Did I mention that Benjamin has croup? Seriously, it's pretty scary to hear your baby wheezing in the middle of the night. It's also pretty scary when you have no idea what croup is and two days later you're being told he has it. He was his smiley, giggly self the whole time too. He's on the mend and was out of day care all last week. Now he has a nasty cold and is popping three more teeth I think.
Thursday he will be 11 months old. Where has the time gone??