A friend brought this to my attention on Facebook: “Bugaboo spark outrage with picture of model mum jogging in a bikini”. (Article here.) And the photo that sparked the outrage:
Seriously? I’m no model, but I’ve been doing stroller runs with my bub in the Bugaboo Bee and me in a sports bra and running shorts for months. I mean, in this sizzling Hong Kong summer, that’s all the clothing I can bear without overheating while running. I don’t see what the big fuss is about: the model’s kid is two years old, that’s tons of time to get back in shape. And there’s nothing wrong with running in a bikini.
Outrage? I think some women should stop being jealous and start working out.
My best tip: get your workout in at the start of the day. Here was my view this morning…
To take advantage of the free usage of facilities at Singapore’s new Sports Hub before the promotion ends Aug 17, I booked a lane at the competition pool of the aquatic centre for a morning swim. I was assigned lane 4, the strip normally reserved for the fastest qualifier in a final. Just for that hour this morning, watched over by empty stands, I imagined a raucous crowd cheering me on like an Olympic swimmer. Alas my splits were far from even beating a top kid swimmer, but it was really nice to glide along in such an awesome pool.
I rode to the pool and back on my single speed, a storm-soaked round trip of just over 30k. It was the first time in a long long while that I’d ridden in such torrential rain, eyes pierced by the spear-like drops and body drenched to the bone. I felt so alive.
I also got home so cold and hungry – which was perfect for a light lunch of fish soup chased with waffles and truffle fries a couple of hours later when little M and I caught up with a friend for tea.
And just like that, a month has passed, little M reaches her first milestone, and finally, the so-called “confinement” ends. It’s been a whirlwind 30 days, a blur of milk and burps and cries and pee and poo and chinese tonics and fish and intermittent sleep.
There’s certainly way more to come, but to celebrate this milestone I headed out yesterday for my first swim in a month after putting little M to bed for her morning nap. I had been avoiding the pool to reduce my chances of getting an infection or any sort of illness that may be passed to little M or affect my motherhood duties. It was so lovely to be swimming again, though I had lost my feel of the water. I had also forgotten how it feels to swim without a belly, and how nice it feels to slice and glide through the water without “drag”. Oh, and to be able to tumble turn again – what joy!
I am still carrying a few kilograms of extra weight, but I’m pretty amazed at how the body has returned to decent size in just a month. I guess that’s one of the main perks of an active pregnancy – a quicker recovery after labour. There’s no secret to my weight loss, no photoshop, no filters, no slimming centres, no treatments, no massages, no creams… Just good food, some physical activity and of course, breastfeeding.