Five whole months, I thought. No problem, I thought. It can’t be harder than running a marathon 13 weeks pregnant, I thought. That was me, a year ago, entering the NYC Marathon lottery for the fifth time. I probably won’t even get picked, I thought, reflecting on my previous unsuccessful attempts. But then I did get picked. And then, in June, I had a baby.
Whew. I am nearly six weeks into motherhood and while there are parts that are really lovely, there are other parts that are REALLY HARD. For those of us who normally find relief and release by running, the stresses of new parenthood can be compounded. Here are my top ten tips for surviving the beginning of it all, particularly when running is not advised. Note, I am not a medical professional and this is all just based on my experiences. I would love to hear from others in the comments below!
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