I need some ice

I haven't really worked out in four months.

I had so been looking forward to this week to get back to the gym.

Seriously, I missed it. Whenever I drove by the club, it was like those bright colors were teasing me that I couldn't be there.

So, Tuesday night was my first night back.

This was John before I left: "Make sure you take it easy. If something hurts, stop."

Me: "Duh."

John: "No, I know you're a little prideful and would push yourself to do more."

Me: "You don't know me... but I want to see how fast I can do a mile..."

So, maybe he knows me a little bit.

I did do a mile in 12 minutes, almost four miles in an hour. (and it still kills me that I couldn't make it to four in an hour. So, maybe a little prideful...)

Not too bad for being gone four months and just having a baby.

Not too good for my back, my knees, my pelvic floor, my abs (what abs?), and my tailbone. Oh, my poor tailbone...

It's like having a baby all over again.

Of course my calves and hamstrings hurt a little, but that's no big deal compared to everything else.

Of course when I started on the treadmill I was like, this feels all right - it eventually started not feeling all right...

It would have felt nice if someone had carried me out of the gym.

Here's the problem; my treadmill was on the end of a row of equipment next to a mirror, and in front of the mirror, so if I looked to my left in the mirror, my eye was drawn to my middle (which now looks like four-five months pregnant), and if I looked in the mirror in front of me, I saw my post baby, rounder face. That's what made me keep going, and I guess I went a little harder than I should have.

My tailbone is in bad shape.

I don't think I'll try spinning next week like I'd hoped.

Looks like just the pool and walking for me for while.

So sad.