Several years ago, I visited my friend Whitney in the hospital after she gave birth to her first baby. She had been in labor for fourteen hours, followed by three hours of pushing. Sporting my own first-baby bump at the time, I asked her tentatively, "So, how do you feel?"
"Oh, sort of like how I feel the day after a hard workout" was her answer.
Four months later, I decided she was a liar.
I'm no wimp when it comes to exercise. I've run several half-marathons, swam in the events no one else wanted (the 200 and 500 freestyle and the 100 fly) when I was on the high school swim team, bloodied up my feet until they bled into my pointe shoes, climbed Mount Timpanogos, and the list goes on. But the day after I had Bryce, I couldn't believe how badly my butt hurt. No workout I'd ever done before made me feel like that. And if a 4 1/2 pounder made my butt hurt like that, I couldn't imagine what kind of workout Whitney would have been doing that would hurt like having an 8 1/2 pound baby.
But last week I went to my first spinning class.
My mom dragged me and it felt awesome. Hard, especially since I had already run four miles that morning, but awesome nonetheless. But the next day, I could hardly walk. I spent a lot of the day dragging around Isaac's stuffed elephant, sitting on it like one of those donuts you get in the hospital. My legs felt totally fine, but the bones of my butt (from contact with the seat) were KILLING me. It felt worse than post-baby. And finally I understood what Whitney must have been talking about.
I didn't hate it too much though. I went back on Monday, but got there early enough to get a gel seat. It's now Friday, and my butt bones still ache. It's a good thing I was apart from Eddie all week, because he would not have been getting any lovin' even if we had been in the same state.
Ok. Whine over.
--originally published 3/17/06
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