So, something came up last week that changed my plans up a bit. Of course, it’s a great reason to put a few plans (future races, not running) on hold, so there are no complaints coming from my end. I’m thrilled with our big news! However, I received my weekly pregnancy update email yesterday. You know, the ones with all the little tidbits on what baby looks like this week and on what to look for, and it was about “summer activities to avoid” (or something to that degree). Ha. Let me guess…
Dammit, honey, I guess we need to settle things down a bit. Haha.
Dear God, have you seen me attempt anything more than a cartwheel?
Yep. Called it.
I’m tossing down the outdated flag on that one. However, I have been thinking long and hard about how much and how far I want to go with running during this pregnancy, and the truth is, my gut is telling me to slow it down after Chicago in July. I’ll still be in the first trimester when that race happens, so my biggest concern is not becoming overheated. After that, however, my plans to run 2-3 more races by February, well, got the nix. They’ll have to happen next year.
I’m not afraid of keeping on…but my plans were to continue to work on my speed once I got the distance under wraps. I knew I was pregnant two weeks ago when, while on a run, I felt what we know as “round ligament pain”. It was enough to make me tug on the reigns a bit. Then, four days later, we were on a run, and I couldn’t stop sweating. It was almost instantaneous, definitely continuous, and the run felt like a struggle. Not a struggle in the sense that I felt like my body couldn’t handle the effort…but in that my body felt like it didn’t have enough energy to fuel it. Something felt off.
Turns out, there was a reason.
Chicago was going to be a redemption run. Chicago was going to be about pushing myself beyond limits my mind has had set for me for a while.
Chicago just isn’t on my “to crush” list right now. Actually, the thoughts I’ve had running through my head have been focusing so much on the way we see exercise, training, eating, or anything health & fitness related these days, and to be honest with you, it has had me contemplating keeping this blog going. (That’s a post that’s coming in the near future.) But Chicago? I’m not in it for a PR now. I’m in it to enjoy the day with my husband by my side. To soak in the beauty of the city I fell in love with last summer. To be surrounded by other runners who inspire me to keep going. But most of all? I’m in it to finish what I’ve started, no matter how many times I find myself taking a break. PR or not.
I will tell you this, though.
I will attack this race next year, and I plan to be ready for it by not having to start all over in March. Right now, my plans are to run this race in a month and slow it down afterward. I’d like to keep my mileage around 3-5 miles per run for as long as I can. I plan to lift more often than I will run. I plan to practice prenatal yoga. (Any suggestions on DVDs would be great. Hint hint. ) I want to be active and balanced. I want to eat as clean as possible, with the occasional craving cave-in, haha. One thing’s for sure…I’m really glad that this fun little surprise came when it did: I haven’t stepped on a scale since April, and losing weight is certainly not on my to-do list now. My What’s Beautiful campaign goal remains the same! I will continue to find my strength throughout this pregnancy, because I want it more now than ever. I remember the weakened, exhausted feeling (aside from labor, of course) I had with the last two births, and I’m praying for more strength and a better attitude toward getting back at it.
I have so much on my mind right now, I feel like this was a rambling, pointless post! Maybe it is…or maybe it makes perfect sense. Who knows. All I know is that I have so much hope for this pregnancy.