It all started a few weeks back, when I decided to run from my house to the subway station with the stroller. Our stroller has big-ass back wheels, so I tip it back to make it easier to run with the stroller. It's only about 500m from the house to the subway station, but I almost died that first time. But, as you know, I am totally obsessed with staying in shape, so I kept it up. The reason why I even started this in the first place is because I was finding it harder and harder to find time to work out in the evenings. The last thing I want to do after a day at work is to find time to work out. Especially after feeding your kid and going through the whole bedtime routine. And hey, I have help (aka hubby). I was low on energy, and dragging my ass for a workout was getting to be tough. So I tried to squeeze it in where I could. Walks at lunch, sprints back and forth from the subway station. That meant that the post-work workout was at lest shorter.
Then, last Friday, I had a day off. All to myself. It was awesome. I went shopping. I love shopping by myself. Whenever I'm with anyone (another girl or with the hubby), I always feel rushed. I always feel like I can't try on the stuff I want to try on because I'll be judged. So solo shopping totally rocks because I can try on all sorts of funky stuff without worrying about someone looking at me funny. I went shopping for some work clothes. I was also in desperate need of a new workout outfit (mine were looking really gross and sweaty and pilled), so I decided to hit up Lululemon for way over-priced workout gear.
I also had my DSLR on me, and after my shopping, I wondered around downtown Toronto and snapped pictures of everything in site. I had my zoom lens on me, so I got some really nice candid close-ups of people without having the camera right in their faces. I was like a kid at a candy store.
And after I got home from my shopping/photography outing, I decided to go for a run. Just to see what it was like. And I think I ended up running 2 or 3 kilometers. For a hard-core runner, that's probably nothing. But to me, it felt AWESOME. I couldn't believe that I managed to run that far (at a decent pace), and not feel like I was about to keel over and die. I told the hubby later about my run, and I think his eyes popped out of their sockets. He was in total shock. Gotta shake things up a bit, right? Anyway, the running felt so good that I decided to keep it up for the weekend. Once the weekend was done, I decided to pack my running stuff in my backpack and go for lunch-hour runs. I came back a sweaty mess, but it felt awesome. I even managed on one of my runs to run along the Lakeshore. I think I must've run about 6km that day, and I survived to tell the tale.
Now I feel totally energized after lunch, and best of all, I don't worry about trying to get a workout in when I get home, because running for 30 or 40 minutes at lunch hour is exercise enough for me. This is a HUGE deal for me, because honestly, I spend part of my day worrying about when to fit in all of the activities that I love to do, in an evening. Including a workout. This shows just how much of an inability I have to relax. So if getting the workout over with at lunch hour eases my evening anxiety, then I'm all for it. Plus the extra energy that I seem to have acquired makes me enjoy my time with PK even more. Win-win.
Ain't hypocrisy grand?