(Thanks to Facebook for prompting these memories).
7 years later, 1st February 2016, I finished my group yoga class at the gym, after childbirth.
How life changes when you have to modify your fitness goals to what you are able to and allowed to do at the time.
4 weekends ago, I did my first long run in a long time. Enjoyed the Time on my own. Did not try to go fast at all, and my pelvic bone took its toll. 7.5 miles plus turning back at the 'wild fowl sign' on the towpath. I enjoyed it and looked forward to the weekly designated time-slot (exemption from taking baby to swimming class) to build on my long run, plus 5kms on the treadmill (or 5 times round Twickenham stadium) each visit to the gym, I would just be about ready for wokingham half.
But that Monday after, my Physiotherapist looked at my input/output diary and wrote on her notes 'recommended no high impact sports' until she is happy with the overall situation that everything was healing properly and under control. 'Sorry to spoil your fun'.
Not much choice, but it was for my own good to follow her advice.
Wrote to the organizers and had my entry transferred to hubby.
No more treadmills at my twice weekly gym sessions, but 5 minute circuits on the spin bike, elliptical, rowing machine, exercise bike and the spin again. Glute machine, powerplates.
Core strengthening. Planks whilst playing with baby. Up dog, down dog, my first yoga class today in a long time (wobbly, but getting there towards the end of class!)
The focus has changed to having'just about time to train for my first spring half in 2 years' to 'all the time in the world to train for a proper (as can be for a veteran) autumn season'.
Glass half empty, glass half full.
The list of possible races to 'revisit' builds..10ks and halfs....
Til then, every gym session and home stretching session counts.
There will always be another medal waiting to land on my curtain railing.
I must focus on getting back on track.
Hope it wouldn't be too long before that First medal as a mother... ;)
(Down memory lane with baby last week: where the '385 yards to go' banner was, after turning off Birdcage walk for the London marathon finish; the mile marker for my lunchtime runs...;the RPFHM routes ...)
