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BriRun Blog (New Mom) #5: Running Checklist Pre-baby vs. Post-baby

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Running checklist, pre-baby:

√ Running shoes

√ iPod

√ Gum


Running checklist, post-baby:

√ Running shoes

√ iPod

√ Gum

√ Baby jogger that takes up the whole sidewalk and forces everyone to step aside into the road.

√ Phone in case of emergency

√ Emergency diaper (For me or Baby? Who knows?)

√ Blanket in case Baby gets cold

√ Another blanket to cushion Baby’s unstable head from flopping around.

√ Sun shield for Baby’s delicate eyes

? Motivation

√ Toy to entertain Baby so she doesn’t fall asleep and reduce the 2 hours of naptime I can rely on to get stuff done.

√ iPod to drown out Baby’s complaining (and my tears).

√ Baby sunscreen

√ Baby hat because she won’t wear her sunglasses.

√ A pair of Depend® if it’s within three months of pushing Baby out of my uterus.

√ The reminder that I haven’t done enough kegel exercises to not need Depend®.

√ The concern that Baby is not having fun and I should be reading her excerpts from Tolstoy instead of taking her down this route of shoddy Michigan roads, which is probably going to cause brain damage.

√ Dog, so that she (dog, not baby) doesn’t feel neglected like how Lady’s parents in Lady and the Tramp made Lady feel when they had their baby.

√ Dog leash, so that she (dog) doesn’t run away to live with a family who doesn’t have a baby and, maybe, lets her destroy as many remotes as she wants.

√ Some mantra about how I need to be proud that I’m getting myself out for a run, even though, by now, I only have time to work in 3 miles max and already have to go to the bathroom.

√ Thoughts of what I could have done differently in high school.

√ Rocky theme song


And, after all that, I’ll forget my keys.


What I’ve gathered from the last 10ish months I’ve been raising a baby, who’s no longer trapped in my tummy fighting a cake I consumed earlier for space, is that I—and all moms (whether they’ve given birth in the last year, are managing a toddler/teenager/psychopath/grown adult, or multiple children)—do not have the luxury of standard marathon training. We do our best, we adapt, and we sacrifice a training run to tend to our child (or duck away to a brewery because today was bloody hard).


As I’ve said before, I don’t know if I’ll make the whole 26.2 miles of the Grand Rapids Marathon. But having that promise of a t-shirt and a banana at the finish line makes me say, “Yeah, let me pack up for the equivalent of climbing Mount Everest (except a marathon is 20.8 more miles—take that, Jordan Romero) plus a baby and get a jog in.


Three more months, folks. Hope to see you there.

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