I think Lydia’s story is one so many of us can relate to. She has two young kids, has fought hard to achieve fitness and goal and has worked so hard to get to where she is now. It doesn’t always come easy, but it is ALWAYS worth it. Have a read of her inspiring story!
I have always considered myself an active person. I danced throughout my childhood and into my high school career, played rec baseball (even though I knew I stunk at it), ran cross country in high school, and always maintained a healthy relationship with running. It was always my “go-to” stress reliever. I had never really lifted weights, mainly because I was always working or going to college and could never fit it in my hectic schedule.
After graduating college for the second time, I finally had a research job I “kind of” liked. Two months in, I found out I was pregnant. We weren’t trying, but we also weren’t ready. But we were immediately excited. On the down side, I stopped running. Although I picked up Zumba four days a week… mainly because it was super fun and my friend owned the studio. But it kept my pregnancy weight in check.
After my first baby, I didn’t have too much trouble with my weight, but I was ok with 10 extra pounds.
The second baby happened way sooner than I wanted, but hey, that’s life. My weight…. oh LORT (in the words of Madea) my weight had gotten out of control. Before kids, I weighed about 110 max. After 2 babies… I was knocking on the 150 pounds door. And being over 30…. yikes it was harder to deal with. Hormones are mean and my once young spunky body was a distant memory.
I struggled! We joined a gym that has child care in April 2015. My baby boy was 9 months old and my daughter was almost 2 & 1.
I busted my hump 6 days a week taking every class I could. Spin. Power lifting. MMA style fight class. Yoga….. and only 2 pounds lost in 4 months. Aaahhhhhhhh!!!! The frustration was off the charts. So in August, I decided to break up with carbs, sugars and starches. Like that was FOR REAL hard. That struggle was real!!! But in the first month I was down 7 pounds. Finally! The angels in heaven were singing and I was feeling pretty good about myself. I was putting in so much work and effort and it was finally paying off. I could start to see my body change and become stronger. By December I was down almost 15+ pounds and decided to get back to my long lost passion…. running.
That’s when I made the decision to register for a half marathon (13.1 miles….. yes. MILES). I had been working out at the gym for 9 months pushing myself, finding myself, trying to lose baby weight, growing, shrinking, becoming stronger, and also growing great friendships.
I have always loved to run, but with 2 small babies and life getting in the way, running was out of reach. So when I registered for the race, I knew I had 12 weeks to get it together. And I did. Rain or shine. Happy or sad. Hot or cold. It was hard. Mentally hard. Some days I wanted to just quit. I knew I didn’t want to disappoint the friends who believed in me or myself fo that matter, plus I had paid the expensive fee already, so…… But then it became physically hard as my post baby hips, knees and IT bands began to rebel against me. But I pushed through the pain (with the help of my wonderful friend and chiropractor Laurie Baynard) and before I knew it, I was running longer distances than ever before. I had such an amazing group of friends supporting me, pushing me and encouraging me along the way. 5 weeks away from the race, there came a time when I no longer had child care for my long runs. But I still found a way to meet my goal.
I ran my race Feb 28. I made it and crossing the finish line was the greatest feeling int he world!!! I did better than I imagined. It felt so amazing! Turning 35 in April will be so much fun! I have so much to be grateful for!!
There will ALWAYS be ostacles in life… NEVER GIVE UP ON YOURSELF!! You’re stronger than you think…. be stronger than your weakest excuses.
I’ve never really written a blogs before!! Or anything for that matter, unless it was in college lol. But I would have to say this is really about my transformation after babies…. finding myself, redefining myself other than just being a mom. In my head I consider myself “a bad mother runner”…Some days I felt I was running away from things…. but mostly I think I was running back to motherhood…
Thanks again for taking the time to read my stuff and continue your words of encouragement. You have no idea how much it means to me.