Yesterday morning I had my four week postpartum follow up appointment with my OB. Ever since scheduling this appointment, I’ve been crossing my fingers that I would be cleared to resume exercise, particularly running.
Over the past four weeks, I’ve been consistently walking, progressively walking at a faster pace and for a longer distance. My first couple of walks after delivering little man were quite trying. Between my then lingering sciatic nerve pain (its pretty much gone now) as well as being sore from the delivery itself, my first walks were more of a shuffle down the street than an actual walk. Over the past couple of weeks, walking has become progressively easier, and on Saturday I completed an almost three and a half mile powerwalk on one of the trails near our house at a pace that I was quite pleased with.
As the day of my appointment became closer and closer, I began to worry that I wouldn’t be cleared to start exercising again. I’ll spare you the TMI details, but let’s just say that my OB had to stitch me up for about thirty minutes after little man was born and that I’m still quite sore. My OB shared at yesterday’s appointment that she was expecting my stitches to be a bit more healed than they are at this point, but was okay clearing me to resume running as well as some other exercise, with the disclaimer that I have to listen to my body and not overdo lower body weight training. While she didn’t 100 percent clear me, I’ll take what I can get, and am hopeful that at my eight week postpartum appointment that I’ll be further along in the recovery process.
To say that I was excited to receive my partial clearance from my OB is an understatement. I’d been hoping and praying for the good news for so long, and was of course eager to go for a run as soon as possible. Thankfully, Preston didn’t have to work late yesterday, and once he was home and little man was fed, I headed off to the gym to run on the treadmill.
The last time that I ran was at Rock ‘n’ Roll Philly back on Halloween. I was anticipating that my first run in almost three months wouldn’t go well at all. I knew that my pace would be much slower than I’m accustomed to, but my endurance was actually much better than I feared it would be. My three mile run on the treadmill went so much better than I had mentally prepared myself for, and as I finished it felt incredible to know that I’m officially back to running.
I’m not sure when the next time that I’ll get to run will be. With an impending snowstorm anticipated to start mid to late in the day on Friday, getting out of the house will be even more difficult than it is with just having a newborn at home. We’re under a Blizzard Watch, and as of last night are estimated to get anywhere between 18 and 24 inches of snow between Friday and Sunday.
I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to run again sooner than later. And until my next run, I’ll be basking in the glory of having conquered my first postpartum run.
QOTD: What recent fitness accomplishment do you want to brag about?