Maybe my body remembers what it was like to fuel it healthily and work it hard and with vigor, because today was amazing. I ate clean today, walked almost two miles*, and ran again - this time a little over a mile. Workout 2 of the couch to 5k plan and it went over really, really well compared to even Sunday, so I have hopes that my stamina wasn’t permanently lost in my postpartum struggle to balance things like sleeping with an amazingly unsleepy infant, full-time work outside of the home, and my sanity.

I was telling someone the other day that I run, but I kind of hate it - the actual action of it. I much prefer the feeling I get after having run - when I’m sweaty and slightly out of breath but my lungs are awake and my body is on point and I am in control. I still prefer that, but for some reason, this go-round with running has made me appreciate the simpleness of the action - feet, pavement, feet, pavement, breathe in, breathe out. My mind is a lot more relaxed than it was before I started, for sure.