Day 1: Day off. Just cleaned house and laid low.
Day 2: I ran stairs over my husband’s lunch. Although it wasn’t much of a run nearing the top. Interested to see how I fare in the upcoming stair climb race since these HURT. But I got 100 flights in over his lunch break despite being late – and my legs were pleasantly shaking when walking back to the car. It was also cute seeing my toddler chase me up every time I passed by. At least I’m motivating – if not pretty.
Day 3: I set up our sand bags and bucket carries… did some math and realized my bucket carry of 50kg was over 100lb. Whoops. It felt fine though.
Day 4: My first glorious jog with the double stroller home from coffee with the run group… just about 10k and it was much easier to be back out than anticipated. Definitely less taxing than pushing a single stroller pregnant.
Day 5: I had a morning of personal training clients and no workout of my own save for a 20 minute jog.
Day 6: First time out with my bootcamp! We ran to the track and lunge walked 400m which made my booty hurt in a fabulous way for days. Although I suspect one of them broke in and lowered my toilet seat on me.
Day 7: Today I ran 8k out to coffee with a friend and then 8k home -pushing the double stroller. What a good workout on the hills. Surprisingly I felt great outside of having stiff shoulders and an empty fuel tank by the time we got home (oops – did I forget to eat?) We also stopped at the Parkour gym on the way home for their toddler gym time. I couldn’t believe the struggle it took to get myself up and over the walls. Upper body strength has dwindled.