Aurelia was three weeks old this past Wednesday. And it sleeted/snowed. And I went for my first run in three months. 2.3 miles. Slow as dirt. Felt just like freedom…except for the last quarter mile or so, which felt like my uterus might prolapse, so I switched my trot to a shuffle/walk.
Post-run, feeling/looking a little like a drowned rat, but happy to be rediscovering long lost muscle groups:
One kind of great thing about running in the frigid weather postpartum is that I’m still riding the wave of all those hormones warming me up without any of that pesky pedal edema that plagued me during pregnancy.
anna in med school 