Early Mornings and the After Glow

One of the cardinal sins when you are trying to get pregnant is excessive work outs. We all know friends who are addicted to working out and I often sway between being addicted and being healthy. Do I sound like the drinker who professes wine is good for you?... Albeit there is this sulfite issue we are suppose to know about. Is anything natural anymore!

Ok back to the work out. I snuck out this morning...very early. Greg was so peaceful lying there. I ever so gingerly slid one limb and then the other off the crisp sheets and onto the cool floor. Slowly, quietly I slid into my running gear. Sneakily I tip toed down the stairs avoiding every creak. Finally out the door and onto the golden sun kissed street. It was like a private club. All the runners had the same cheshire cat smirk knowingly capturing the golden glow of the start of the day.

I ran and I ran and I ran. It felt good. It felt healthy. I felt alive. Finally after 45 minutes I forced myself to stop. How can something so liberating, so adrenaline rushing, such escapism be bad for baby? This is harder than I thought. Maybe I am completely obsessed with work and workouts and efficiency. But this morning, it felt great. The glow of a run, the glow of sex, the glow of wine. How bad can it be?