Fitness or getting in shape has been a huge pain in my butt for the past 8 years or should I say, ever since I put my tennis racket in the corner and forgot about them for a few years. When I put them in that little corner I knew that I needed a break, not just from tennis but from the whole “must be in shape at all times” part that obviously comes with being a competitive athlete. I didn’t want to put pressure on myself and I figured, I’ll just work out if I feel like it and if I don’t well, then boo hoo, who cares. Right? Right?
Right. Fast forward 8 years and two kids later and I now also feel the necessity to work out but for an entirely different reason. One is, I need to get out of the house and do something that’s connected entirely and solely to my well being. And second, I have more energy when I do. I know it seems like an oxymoron but when I work out I feel so much more energetic than when I go for months on end without doing anything and am usually completely and utterly wiped out by 8.30PM. Like, really I could easily go to bed at 8.30PM.
But the problem is, it’s just sooooooo hard. Especially those first few times when you feel like the biggest loser, sweating and barely breathing around the block. It’s just so frustrating to me because I used to do this every day and now getting out and doing it is about as appealing as eating maggots with Bear Grylls (you watch that show, right?). Also, I’m really “smart” and think that my body will just remember that it used to be in shape (hello, it was 10 years ago!!!) so I usually overdo it and can barely walk for the next couple of days.
I managed to whip myself into some sort of shape last year when I decided to run a half marathon because it was on my pre 30 bucket list and it was basically then or never. I ran that half marathon, on a trail run mind you (idiot!) and you would think that after that it would be sort of easy to keep up a semblance of a fitness routine but you’d be wrong. I signed up for two more runs last year, both of which I ran, and quite decently but still I didn’t keep it up.
And now, after drinking my weight in rosé over the lovely summer evenings and doing absolutely nothing but hanging out with my two little buddies, unless you count climbing up and down slides in parks exercise, I’m back to square one. Feeling frustrated, sweaty and barely breathing after every run. Oh and I’m signed up for another half marathon at the end of October. So, that should be fun. I mean, I’ll do it but admittedly I’m struggling.
So, I guess my point is this, for me getting back in shape after kids is hard. So very hard. It’s hard to find the time, the will, the motivation, the everything. I’m currently in “trying and literally kicking my own ass out of the house 4 times a week” mode in the hopes that if I do this for a month straight it will become second nature again. I’m hoping I’ll stop regarding exercise as a bikini wax (it hurts so, so much during but you feel pretty great after) and start thinking of it as something that I actually enjoy doing. In the meantime, I’ll just post my post workout suffer pictures here and be completely obnoxious as I take on my #gettinginshapeandtryingtorunahalfmarathonchallenge.
Hopefully, some of you are in the same boat as me and to you I just want to say, hang in there mamacitas, you’re awesome and I think I remember that it gets easier 🙂
Also, if you want you can follow me on Snapchat (stylelemons) because I prefer it to Instagram stories and it’s where I talk a lot about sweating an hour after I’m done running and a ton of other nonsense.