I was deeply relieved to have this dream, because after not running the last two months of my pregnancy, I was worried that I didn't miss it.
5 weeks post baby, I'm back to it. I wanted to return on the 4 week mark (I love symmetry), but weather got in the way**.
Postpartum running is a series of highs and lows.
I barely register the street I had to convince myself to run to before I could have a walk break. When I realize I've past it, blocks later, I smile to myself and my stride gets ever so much longer.
When I turn to cut short what was my shortest run, that feels less encouraging.
Also, the fact that my hamstrings feel like they're about 2 inches long. That makes that long stride more a figment of my imagination.
Also, when I was pregnant it didn't matter how slowly I was going; I was out there, wearing running clothes, moving along. Now, however, I'm still about as slow, and without the visual interest of being 7 months along.
Soooooooooooo, I guess, on balance, it seems like there are more lows than highs. But, I'm doing it. And that's it. That's what running is, until it's effortless and joyful, it's just doing it.
*This title is in incredibly poor taste.
**The weather was a "winter mix", which sounds like it should have chex cereal and peppermint bark and holiday m&ms, but in reality is just what they call weather when it's too frozen to be rain but too wet to be snow. gross.