Yesterday I broke my run streak. Here I sit, hanging my head in shame at only making it 13 days. Not exactly the 21 days I had hoped for.
Yesterday started at 5:00AM. Feet hit the floor, showered, dressed, made-up and in the car by 6:00AM. At work by 7:00AM. Work until 4:00PM. Home at 5:00PM. Changed clothes, ate a quick bite of dinner with my husband and then baby class at Woman’s Hospital from 6:00PM – 9:00PM. By the time I got home, I was EXHAUSTED. Not a second of my day was free. I know that “no time” is not an excuse when it comes to exercise, but I just can’t put any more hours in the day. No run. Streak broken.
This morning I had swim class at 5:00AM. I barely got through the warm-up and realized that I just could not get my act together. I was tired and my legs felt like lead. Because my legs felt wonky, I couldn’t get my breathing in sync. Because I couldn’t get my breathing in sync, I started to panic in the water and got more exhausted. You see where this is going, yes? Tired, hungry, and frustrated, I left and went home.
I just have to realize that right now, I have limits. Whether that limit is time or my physical condition, I have limits. I can push, push, push on them all I want, but I’m not going to win. Not this time. As much as I would like to think that I am, I am not invincible and this Energizer bunny’s batteries do run out.
Planning for a baby (registering, shopping, classes, discussing financial plans, discussing work plans, etc.) takes A LOT of time and energy. And this is just the “warm-up” for when he or she arrives. I just have to accept that I can’t put in 2-3 hour workouts like I used to.
And as far as my body goes, I HAVE to start listening. I knew when I got up this morning that I was not feeling swim class. But I tried anyway. Hey, I tried. I’m bummed about it, but what can I do?
Today I’ve been eating better and drinking all the water this body will handle in preparation for tonight’s Happy’s Running Group. If my usual sub-30 5k is more of a super-40 2-miler today, then so be it. I’m trying. (On the bright side, we’ll have three new peeps coming tonight! Woot! Can’t wait to meet @JenZenator, @DubyaWife, and @Bambi_P!)
Today, I am coming to terms with my limits. Sometimes, we are at a point in our lives where we are just, honest to God, giving it all we’ve got. And I really am these days but sometimes I feel like its not enough. I know that I am stubborn as hell, but I have to start taking it down a notch. Some days are just going to be rest days…and that is just going to be okay.
What limits (time, injury, pregnancy, fear, etc.) have you ever had and how did you deal with them?