Getting Back to the Competition

Yesterday I started a out workout regime, and today I’m paying for it.

I was given clearance on the 29th of December to start working out again after my deliveries. Postpartum less than 3 weeks after, not normal, usually they make you wait 6 to 8 weeks before the doctors will give you permission to get back to the gym.

I’m an exception, I was only 5 and half months when I delivered my boys so my body and my uterus retracted faster than a full-term pregnancy. It also helped that I was in good shape before I got pregnant.

That isn’t the case anymore, due to fertility treatments and being pregnant, I was off the treadmill for over 7 months. Yesterday when I got back on, I suffered greatly. Perhaps I should have taken it easier, but for some reason I’ve embraced the pain of physical exhaustion. It’s something familiar to me, it’s something that I understand.

I used to be a professional athlete and I became accustomed to the physical torment my body went through to be able to compete at the highest levels in my sport. Now, this physical exhaustion has become a crutch to which I can release my pain and anguish. I may no longer a professional athlete, but I’m still competitor, a competitor in life. 

I was a woman trying to become a mother, a now a mother who may have been defeated, I must raise again to fight to be a mother again. I am, this is only the beginning.