Before Dave and I were married almost six years ago, I was doing a huge amount of exercise.
I wanted to look my best for our wedding and work off some of the Heathrow injection which I hadn’t been able to shake since returning from the UK where pasties and beer were my friends.
In the lead up to the wedding, I established a great routine of morning walks and two games of netball a week.
Looking back I was probably a little skinny for our wedding, but I was fit, strong and well both physically and mentally.
When I became pregnant with our first daughter three and a half years ago, I stopped playing netball and eventually stopped walking when the pain in my tailbone became too severe.
Since then I have exercised very few times apart from some pre-natal yoga, leisurely laps at the pool on a Sunday morning, and a handful of Zumba lessons.
A couple of weeks ago, when I was looking at my side on profile in the mirror with my top up exposing my mummy tummy, Miss Three asked me if I had a baby in there.
‘No!’ I had replied insulted.
‘Yes you have, Mummy,’ she laughed.
There is a baby in there!’
And with that, I began exercising again.
I’m now into my third week of morning walks. Apart from my tailbone giving me jip and me panting so hard I feel like death is imminent, I am loving it.
I forgot how peaceful it is in the mornings and how restorative it is to spend time in the fresh air ON MY OWN.
There is something inspiring about watching the sun rise behind the Norfolk pines as it paints the sky gold and watching the river come alive as the sun exposes a collection of early morning rowers.
It is not until halfway through my walk when I usually spot my first person. Before long though the cyclists come in a busy throne of lycra and rowdy conversation and my peaceful morning is now abuzz with action.
Watching the day come alive in this way fills every inch of me with contentment.
As I breathe in the crisp morning air, I breathe in positive thoughts and energy. I allow the weight to lift from my shoulders, if only for a short time.
While my intention with these walks was to tone up and get rid of some of the flab, they’ve turned into so much more than that.
They are giving me a chance to reflect and focus and give me much needed time away from the screen.
It turns out they are just what I needed both physically and mentally.
How often do you exercise? What’s your exercise of choice?
Linking up today with Jess for IBOT.