For the last 12 years or so, running has been my escape. When the day is rough or the week has made me want to scream, usually going on a quick run around the neighborhood will reset my mind.
My first “run” was down my parent’s street and back, probably a half mile altogether. Overtime, I’d increase the distance until eventually, years later, I’d run my first half marathon. My time was VERY modest, but it was a personal victory that showed me my body was capable of much more than I realized.
The last half of that sentence can also be said about pregnancy.
I remember when the doctor came in to let me know that, after 36 hours of labor, Harper wasn’t coming out naturally any time soon. She suggested a c-section, and my response was so chill that she gave me a sympathetic “oh girl, you have no idea what’s about to happen to you” pat on the shoulder as she wheeled me to the operating room. 30 minutes later, we had a healthy baby girl and I still hadn’t thought twice about the fact that they’d just sliced straight through all of my stomach muscles.
The reality of major surgery started to set in after my first run post-baby. Everything, and I mean everything, hurt. I’d essentially been reset all the way back to zero. The years I’d spent working towards being able to run long distance felt like it was for nothing.
Then, November of last year (2016), Jason accidentally lost 20 pounds. It’s accidental because one morning while we were getting ready for work, I looked over at him and said, “Did you lose weight?” He gave me a puzzled look and said, “Well, my shorts feel a little loose. Let me weigh myself.” Followed by, “Oh yea, looks like I lost 20 pounds.” *Cue me rolling my eyes so hard they fell out of my head.*
This was a really weird and exciting time in the Kleist household. We felt motivated. We decided to stop complaining about the things we didn’t like about ourselves, and do something about it.
In January, Jason committed to MyFitRX which is a really intense 60 day weight loss journey that combines taking supplements with a strict diet/daily workouts. Meal plans and workout schedules took over our life as we tried to manage that, plus our very active toddler. Did we get in a few fights? Yes, we absolutely did. Did Jason lose 30 more pounds? You bet he did! (That’s 50 total pounds in four months in case you’re bad at math).
Something else cool happened along the way though, we (both) started running.
In the eight years we’ve been together, I’d seen Jason run a handful of times. He’d resolved that it just wasn’t for him, so he tried to find workouts that he enjoyed. For awhile it was road biking, then racquetball, then an elliptical for a few days, but nothing really stuck.
After a month of daily workouts on the new diet, Jason told me he was going to go on a run to “switch things up.” Who was this much skinnier bearded man standing before me who said he was heading out for a run?
He ended up crushing a 5K that day, and I guess you can say the rest is history.
On Sunday, Jason will run his first 5k race and I’ll run my 3rd half marathon. We’ll cross the finish line at different times, but I can’t believe we’ll both cross the same finish line!