One of the reasons I kept running so far into my pregnancy is that I know from experience, it's much easier to find time to run when there's not a small, dependent infant to take care of.
And this has proven to be so much more true with two than it was with one.
After Thatkidwas born, my evenings were really my own. From 6pm onward I had time to do what I want. That is no longer the case. Now when 6pm rolls around Thatboy and I split duties, taking turns eating with Thatkid as the other puts Thatbaby to bed, then getting Thatkid ready for bed while the other does dishes. By the time the kids are in bed, the dishes are done, and breakfast, lunches, and dinners are prepped for the next day, it's after 10pm. And I need to get some sleep since Thatbaby wakes up to eat at some point in the night.
His inconsistent morning wakes have made it difficult to get out on weekend mornings and meet up with my friends for runs.
Which means I have to fit in runs whenever I can. On the weekends, this often means I literally "run" errands. Running to the store to pick up an item or two. And since I miss the early morning cool weather, this means I'm often running in temperatures in the 90s. Which I don't love.
Before I went back to work, I took advantage of the fact that SD Mom usually runs at lunch and works near Thatboy. So I would drop Thatbaby off with Thatboy and join my buddy for a hot, sweaty, mid-day run.
I had this glorious plan to go back to running at work when I started back. I've been back 4 days and have made it out for a run 1 time! I'm hoping to improve that ratio, but with a trial coming up at the beginning of next month, it's hard to fit it in.
But I remind myself that Thatbaby will only be small for a short amount of time, and eventually I'll be able to get back into a regular routine. Until then, I'll just keep squeezing it in where I can.