When we first started trying to conceive, I began exercising in earnest. I had already been belly dancing for four years, and that kept me active. But I developed some back pain from my sedentary job. And only doing belly dance class once a week was not cutting it.
So I set out to build up my core and be READY when this baby showed up. Well that was over a year ago. But I have kept up with the exercise.
I joined a gym and started going to the low impact classes: AquaSculpt in the pool and BodyVive. Once I got stronger, I began going to CX Works for my core strength. But as the months dragged on with no results on the baby front, I found that exercise was not only good for me, but an excellent distraction for the 28 day cycles I constantly pinned my hopes and dreams on.
So I started weight lifting because that is the next logical step right? I was working on my own. But I wanted more. So I decided to pay extra to start going to group training classes. And I really started to feel a difference in my strength, my energy and how my clothes fit. [To this day I refuse to weigh myself. I have already done my time on the gain 10, lose 20, gain 10, lose 5 pounds Ferris Wheel. I’m so not going to put myself through that again.]
Then a friend convinced me to check out the Under Armour What’s Beautiful Challenge. One of the suggested exercises was to post a video of you finishing running a mile. But I couldn’t run a mile. I have rheumatoid arthritis, and it affects my joints. I am on medication to control it, but it is a life long condition. So when I posted my video I did the mile on an elliptical machine. But it got into my head.
I did not even try to run that mile. I just wrote it off because of my condition. But what if I tried anyway? So I did try. And it sucked! Oh man. Running hurts!
But apparently it is also addicting. At first I would go to the gym on Saturday morning to distract myself from all the TTC drama. I would do 10 minutes on the elliptical, 10 minutes on the recumbent bike and then 10 minutes of walking on the treadmill. Eventually I found myself more and more drawn to the treadmill. I cut out the recumbent bike and did 15 minutes on both the elliptical and the treadmill.
Then I found out about the YMCA Turkey Trot. This was back in late August, early September. I had just started my first round of fertility meds and was really gloomy. I could not accomplish this one damn thing that I wanted my body to do- create a child. So what was something I could do that seemed impossible before?
I vowed to register for the race and began training myself that day. Like many things in life (at least for me) I find I cannot always keep myself motivated without accountability. I told my husband, friends and family that I would be entering the race. To my surprise there was not one naysayer in the group. All I got back was encouragement and love. And my husband decided to join me.
Tomorrow is the race. Thanksgiving morning at 7 AM. I am terrified and thrilled at the same time. My husband picked up our registration packets yesterday. I am number 42. That has to be a sign, right? At least I know not to panic.
So wish me luck. I started this journey as a woman with a life long condition that has no cure and keeps me sedentary. Now I am running my first ever 5K race. And maybe someday, I’ll even be that woman who was infertile but somehow became a mother. You just never know.