Sweat, Seaweed, and Postpartum Self-Care
Strava is on running mode. Yet, when I try to run, I have to support my boobs with both hands. They’re in the active breast milk production stage. So, I’m mostly walking. Right now, I'm even squatting to write. If there’s a record for the slowest run on Strava, I’m probably holding it. There's a bit of shame trying to creep in—what would my runner friend think when she sees the pace?—but I’m actively suffocating that shame in the seaweed-filled water. This Morning’s Plan : I didn’t want to stay in bed. So I put on a borrowed swimsuit, my jeans, a hoodie, a pair of panties stuffed into the pocket, and a t-shirt, and headed to the beach for a run and a swim. The bathing suit scratching against my nipple is uncomfortable. The hoodie is clinging to me like a vacuum seal—I’m sweating before the run even begins. So, the bathing suit has to come halfway off. The t-shirt is already doing its job. But there's no one to hold my boobs, so that's how I end up running on the bea...