Tomorrow will mark 34 weeks. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t already feel like it’s the end. It’s not. I have 6 full weeks left till I am 40 weeks pregnant.
So soon, yet so very far away.
I want to meet my new little man. I want him to stop kicking me so hard at night so I can sleep. I want to be able to have a run where I don’t feel like the earth is shaking with my every step.
Chicago is this weekend, and though I certainly do NOT miss that race, I am missing all the marathon hype that goes on during October. It’s marathon season – the time of the year when I am usually at my fittest – this time I’m 30+ lbs over that fittest point.
In the end I know my reward is greater than any marathon medal hanging around my neck. Though I still find myself wishing that in 3 weeks some nice marine was saying congrats ma’am.
I ran/walked for 30 minutes today on my treadmill. It really looks like it’s getting a bit dusty. I think he misses me too. He’s thinking why is this girl not running for 3 hours at a time anymore? Why is her running speed the speed she used to walk?
When they say you will do anything for your kids, it’s true. There are only 3 people in this world that I would gain this much weight for, be this uncomfortable for, sacrifice my running for, and deal with my semi-out-of-control-emotions for. Two I have met, and one I’m just patiently, or not so patiently waiting to meet.
GOOD LUCK to all of you running marathons this weekend.
It looks like it’s going to be hot in Chicago. Don’t forget to wear sunscreen even if it’s chilly at the start. Throw away shirts are also a lifesaver for races like this. DO NOT over dress simply because it’s cold when you first walk out the door! You will be happy later on wearing that tank top or sports bra when the sun is beaming down on you.
P.S. Dear Mommy ~ may the wind be at your back, may you soar on wings like eagles, may you run and not grow weary. Believe in yourself on Sunday. I feel a PR coming.