There are some things that having a baby definitely changes, like your body, and your relationship (see my last post). I hoped, however, that not all things would change. I hoped that the things that have made me, me would still be the same. I hoped that my likes, dreams, and hopes would remain. Yesterday, I realized that it is possible.
I went running yesterday. Sure, that is no big deal. I am training for another half marathon coming up very soon. I have done them before. But now, I have a running partner. A tiny, sometimes fussy, always beautiful, running partner who prefers to be pushed in a stroller rather than run beside me. Well, actually, she probably would run if she could, but she just can't, yet.
I have posted before about the comradery that happens with runners. Now, trying to get my body back and get back into shape, I haven't seen that. It seems I belonged to a different group. One that had eluded me until now. Until yesterday, anyway.
I was running along, pushing my baby, and passed a group of runners. I silently wished I could be one of them again. Running in a pack of adults, all with a common goal. When they ran by, one of them asked me if I had a "motor" in my stroller. When I replied that it was "just me", they all congratulated me and yelled well wishes my way. Even though it was different, it felt really good. Just like the old days when I would get a nod or wave or encouraging comment from a fellow runner on the trail.
Although I've gone from being a gal training for my first marathon to help get a killer bod, to a gal training for a marathon to get my bod back. Things have changed, but are still the same, only now I have a little cheering squad. Emphasis on little!