Yesterday, as I was taking my morning stroll around the block, I loaded up Instagram for some mindless entertainment. The little orange notification popped up and said something ridiculous like 78 new followers. Whaaaat? That’s weird. Then, I clicked to my main page and saw that I had 600 more followers than I had an hour prior. I literally stumbled and nearly tripped from shock. Apparently, one of those popular, half-a-million-followed fitnessy IG accounts so kindly shared my photo, sending all the new buddies my way.
(lol @ the comment saying I’m fake) By the time the dust settled, I went from around 1,000 yesterday morning, to over 2,500 last night. It is mildly terrifying that I now have a bunch of strangers just… there. Scrolling. And judging. I know it’s nothing compared to people who have 10K, 20K and more, but I feel like a horrible person when I can’t respond to every single comment. IG’s notification system is not the greatest, so I’ve been missing a lot. Thanks for the love, instagramfitness! And no, I will not be reading any of the comments on that photo because I’m a big wuss.
In other news, I worked out on Monday! Technically two days before I was cleared to run, but I took it easy. I made sure to strap my stomach down with a neoprene binder, and held the boobs in place with my Moving Comfort Fiona bra.
The plan was to do a power walk while watching Boardwalk Empire, but instead I warmed up for five minutes, then alternated slow jogging (4.5) and walking (3.5) for one minute each until I hit two miles.
My stomach felt great! Actually, I didn’t feel it at all, which was amazing. Just what I was hoping for when I get back into running for realsies. It tingled a little bit when I got off the treadmill, but I think it was from all the sweat. My boobs, on the other hand, were still pretty tender with each bounce. I don’t think I’m hurting them; I just think it’s a matter of getting used to. I mean, even driving over speed bumps is still a challenge for me.
I was genuinely excited that I was able to work out. I’ll try again tonight if I don’t get home too late, and I plan on going to spin on Sunday morning. I don’t even think I’ll have to do the beginner spin class because my lungs felt fine. Didn’t get winded that much.
This must be what it’s like to be a non-smoker. Sunday marks three months smoke-free, by the way! The best part is, despite being around it a fair amount (I try to stay away from second-hand smoke though; still healing) and having so many triggers like drinking and hanging out with crackhead, it has been really easy to resist. Woo, go me.