3 Miles

At nearly 8 weeks post partum, I have successfully wogged 3 straight miles again. As slow as I could once walk those miles but details.

It took about 6 runs to finally achieve the distance, but it is the first milestone. 5K… 5 miles… 10K… 10 miles. Those are my goals. First one, check.

Running has not been easy. Aside from the inherent difficulty in finding the time between a newborn, a three year old, a partner, returning to a full time job, preparing for the release of my book, and anything else on my plate, it is physically difficult. More difficult than I have ever been used to.

When I began running, my daughter was just over a year; my body was fully recovered from childbirth. I had also lost all of my pregnancy weight and then some. I never had to heave myself with all these surplus pounds. I was also no longer breastfeeding. Now, I feel my heavy breasts sloshing across my chest as I run, growing and filling with each stride. I feel my joints slamming together still loose from the hormones. The aches from childbirth make themselves known in symphony with those from the running.

It is, simply, harder.

I am even before square one, with farther to go than I went before. Yet, at the same time, I finally appreciate where I was before. I no longer lament and criticize that body; I strive to return to it. I no longer bash my slow speed; I work to attain it again. I try to tell myself it will be all the more of an accomplishment when I return to where I left when I got pregnant.

Like before, I no longer have chops for hills or heat. In my new location, there are only hills. In this maddeningly extended summer, there is only heat. This 3 mile run was only successful because of a strategically helpful cloud and a strong wind in my face. Without those, it would have been a failure just like its predecessors.

Yet I will keep trying. Even if the weight does not come off, I will be an extremely fit and conditioned fat girl.

Run time: 45 minutes. My first and worst 5K time was 38 minutes.

About ChrstnaBergling

Colorado-bred writer, Christina Bergling knew she wanted to be an author in fourth grade. In college, she pursued a professional writing degree and started publishing small scale. It all began with “How to Kill Yourself Slowly.” With the realities of paying bills, she started working as a technical writer and document manager, traveling to Iraq as a contractor and eventually becoming a trainer and solutions architect. She avidly hosted multiple blogs on Iraq, bipolar disorder, pregnancy, running. She continues to write on Fiery Pen: The Horror Writing of Christina Bergling and Z0mbie Turtle. The horror genre has always been a part of Bergling’s life. She has loved horror books ever since early readings of Goosebumps then Stephen King. She fell in love with horror movies young with Scream. Limitless Publishing released her novel The Rest Will Come. HellBound Books Publishing published her two novellas Savages and The Waning. She is also featured in over ten horror anthologies, including Collected Christmas Horror Shorts, Graveyard Girls, Carnival of Nightmares, and Demonic Wildlife. Bergling is a mother of two young children and lives with her family in Colorado Springs. She spends her non-writing time running, doing yoga and barre, belly dancing, taking pictures, traveling, and sucking all the marrow out of life. View all posts by ChrstnaBergling

2 responses to “3 Miles

  • annaethain

    My little boy is just about to turn 6 months and l too started running at a few weeks post – birth. It hurt more than starting to run all those years ago. I am still not at the pace l was before pregnancy, and wonder if l ever will be. But, even though l can only squeeze in a run once a week at the most, l have rediscovered my love for running. Keep on going! 🙂

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