To start out with, I opened up WordPress to write a new post because I was (finally) feeling motivated to get caught up on here and I realized I have only written one singly, lonely post this entire year that isn’t a Monday Miles update. Holy guacamole y’all.
Naturally I got to wondering why on earth I had been so terrible at blogging this year…then I remembered that Oliver only started sleeping somewhat decently about a month ago at the very most. And it takes a whole lot longer than a month of semi-decent sleep to offset the seven months of sleep deprivation I had racked up!
It’s also really freaking hard to know what to say. I am still not running consistently. I am nowhere near where I thought I “should” be at this point. I don’t have any particular goals anymore and the few I made feel like crazy long shots and frankly a little discouraging to think about. Pregnant me thought postpartum me would crack down and run a 50 miler by Oliver’s first birthday. For those keeping score, yes, that is just under four months away. And yes, I am barely able to run a mile without taking walk breaks. So obviously that is going well.
All this leaves me at a loss for what to talk about. Then after staring at a blank screen for longer than I care to admit I realized that the best thing to do is to write about what I am living right now. Because I know I am not alone. For all the moms on Instagram qualifying for Boston 3 days postpartum, there are a whole bunch of us that need a couple pots of coffee just to remember how to tie our running shoes.
I want to inspire other runners, that is why I started blogging…but maybe right now the purpose of this space isn’t to provide inspiration, but to give a voice to those of us that are struggling. Maybe our struggles aren’t the same, but none of us are as alone as we can feel.
In that spirit, I am going to be writing a series of posts about the big freaking struggles I have faced so far in my postpartum running journey. I think those posts will happen this week. But hey, I make no promises. I think it’s going to be fun and maybe even a little therapeutic.
I don’t have it all figured out and I think that’s ok. Hopefully you will join me on this journey of candidly talking about what the postpartum period is like.