Lessons from a 5k

First post-baby 5k lessons:

• When you're coordinating your race around baby feeding and nap schedules, a 30 minute delayed race start is completely unacceptable
• I'm not as fast as I was
• I'm not nearly as slow as I thought I'd be
• Mid-race daydreams now revolve around watching 8-10 year old runners and wondering if my son will be a runner when he's that age
• I've entered a phase of life where racing seems like a waste of precious running time
• Hubby is still my favorite racing partner, but for entirely different reasons now (baby transport > mid-race paparazzi)
• I believe more races should be stroller-friendly
• Running 3 miles as a nursing mother is possible (if not always comfortable).
• Women who run half marathons or longer before weaning deserve gold medals.
• I will race less now, and won't really miss it as much as I thought I would
• I will pretend that some mornings are race days anyway, just to make sure I get out the door

Multitasking to the extreme

This morning...

I ran a mile with my husband. To catch a Metro train.
We combined "couple time" with commuting with a workout.
(Multitasking takes on a whole new meaning with a 6 month old at home.)

PS
Lifting a 20-pound baby overhead, repeatedly, is waaaaay better than any Jillian Michaels workout. My biceps have never been bigger, and JM doesn't giggle with glee after a few reps.