I learned last week (or I should say it was reinforced to me) that at this point I need need need to wear compression shorts for every single run. When I don't my belly and it's contents flop around and things pull and ache and (maybe worst of all) I have the constant sensation that I have to pee. (I even stopped to pee in the woods on one run last week because I was sure my bladder was at maximum capacity and literally NOTHING came out. That's NEVER happened to me before, as my one and only super power is "I always have a little bit of pee in me". Not a very useful super power but it's all I got!)
I also learned that I will never ever be able to give up chocolate and I should stop kidding myself that I can. It's not who I am. Those were, possibly, the worst 3 days of my life. (Not really. But I was seriously bummed).
|It's better for the baby than crack, she rationalizes.|
My devastation last week over the ground being covered with snow was premature. Where there was almost a foot a week ago, now there is none. So, I was able to resume some running around the yard. Thank goodness.
Tuesday - Three miles at 5:30AM. This was the day after Halloween and I wanted to reboot EVERYTHING. I resolved to give up chocolate until Thanksgiving. I was strong and ate fairly healthy foods all day... but I did drink a soda in the afternoon.
Wednesday - 30 minutes around yard. Half the yard still had snow/slush but half was grass. I liked last week when I could do 5 laps slow followed by 5 laps fast. There was no way to do that, though, because the snow was wicked slippery. So, I changed the plan to "snow, slow; grass, fast". It worked out great but it left my legs muscles pretty sore from working to maintain my balance. I managed another day without chocolate, but I did indulge in Nilla Waffers.
Thursday - 5:33 AM. Felt the baby move for the first time! I was supposed to get up and go running but I rolled on my stomach to prepare myself and felt a definite ba-blump, like the baby rolling. At that point there was no way I was getting up because all I wanted to do was feel it again! There's been lots of movement this week since then. Very cool. I also had a weird catch in my hip (probably from the snow running) and my right foot was sore... so I did 3 swing set circuits and 25 minutes easy on the elliptical. Another day without chocolate.
Friday - Rest day. Caved on the chocolate thing. Fridays are just tooooo much. Still sore.
Saturday - Still sore. Mostly in my feet. I raked and carted leaves in the yard for an hour. (Filed under: You know you're pregnant when you start counting household chores as exercise!)
|This would have been the view... IF we'd made it to the top. Oh, well!|
Monday - Rest day. I was mentally prepared for this to be a HARD day, but it turned out pretty well. More on that in tomorrow's "Totally on Purpose" post. (The fall back one hour "extra" was not useful to me... I don't know what I did with the hour but it sure didn't feel like it went toward sleep.)
Tuesday (today) - Woke up and repeated the mantra "I am a Badass Mother Runner, I am a Badass Mother Runner" about a million times until I got my Badass self out of bed and ran for thirty minutes. Slow but beautiful. I was overdressed for the weather but once I took off my gloves and hat I was fine.
I'm feeling lucky that I can still get out there at this point. I have been reluctant to check out the blogs of other pregnant mother runners because I will inevitably compare myself to them.... And I already know that I will feel like a sloth. So, I will merrily and blindly continue my journey and see how far I can take it. Still planning on that 5K-ish on Saturday. My goal is 30:00 but I will be happy with anything that does not involve my wetting pants so badly that people can tell.