Today, the moon, stars, and sun aligned. I got enough sleep, I did not have to go into work early in the morning, and the heat was manageable. Therefore, I hit the road with my faithful golden retriever companion.
Pup and I managed a 3 mile run. I only had to walk twice....both times on hills on my route.
Someone said to me the other day "Oh, you look great....you are so lucky" (the implication being I was lucky to NOT gain more weight than I have.) But, the way I see it, there's not much luck involved. I think every woman out there can be fit and healthy in pregnancy. The crappy part is that it's twice as hard to workout while pregnant.
I want to state, for the record, (in case it has not been apparent in previous blog entries), running while pregnant is HARD. It's not particularly fun or pleasant. I don't enjoy the scenery or feel relaxed. No, it's just hard. And, as tough as it is physically (feet hurting, belly bouncing, muscles straining, sweating hard), it's more demanding mentally. I feel like my everyday pregnancy runs are as demanding as a race. I have to concentrate on every small part of the run. Usually, I can only focus ahead about 200-400 meters. I focus on anything....an upcoming curve, a stop sign, a hill. There is no way I could even run with music or headphones...it would be too distracting. I hope to dispell any ideas that certain people are "blessed" and therefore working out while pregnant is easy. That's a lie. I'm not skipping up and down the sidewalks or anything. As of today, I'm carrying an extra 32 lbs on my 3 mile run. My feet and legs are less than pleased.
Sometimes I give pep talks to myself and Pup and say things like "we're doing good, Pup" or "let's just do this last hill". It makes me feel better to think that I am merely out there running, encouraging my fat golden dog, and helping HER out...you know, just doing her a favor.
I'm plain worn out this week and hope that Emmett is contemplating a swift arrival.
"And miles to go before I sleep....and miles to go before I sleep"