The third trimester has not given me a warm welcome. Suddenly the nausea and sickness I felt during the first trimester has returned with a vengeance.
My little sister was in town this weekend to help celebrate Chloe’s 4th birthday. I opted to spend more time with her and stayed up wayyyyy too late Friday night for me to even attempt to run Saturday. When my eyes opened after 7:30 for the first time, I knew I had made a smart decision and didn’t feel any regret at skipping my usual Saturday morning run.
Sunday MR PIC* met me at Starbucks to run. It was our first post-baby run we had gone on together!![she is post baby – not me :0)] Prior to the run I said I little prayer – God, please give me the strength to run all the miles I want to run today and please give me the courage to know when to call it quits.
I know when I show up at Starbucks for most runs already sweaty people think that I’m trying to be hardcore, I’m not. Truth of the matter is that I live a mile away and am way too lazy to deal with the hassle of finding my keys, driving to Starbucks, and then carrying my keys with me while I run. I run to Starbucks now because it’s my warm up mile or two. I run at a snails pace to meet up and know that I’m a better companion when I have run a tad before.
MR PIC and I ran 5 glorious miles together. The time passed quickly, though I wondered in my head if she was feeling that I was holding her back. When I came home and checked the splits from our 5 miles – I wanted to jump for joy!
Mile 1 – 9:49
Mile 2 – 9:44
Mile 3 – 9:33
Mile 4 – 10:20 [I asked if we could walk up the hill]
Mile 5 – 9:39
In total that day I ran 7 miles and walked .5 – 7.5 miles at 29 weeks – I’ll take it :0)!!! I can’t tell you how invaluable it is to have friends who love to run. There is NO way I would have been able to run that far with out MR PIC by my side.
Monday I hoped to repeat my performance from Sunday. Wishful thinking. As I’ve said again and again, there is NO such thing as consistency when it comes to running while pregnant. The pregnant runner can try as they may to keep some sort of semblance of routine when it comes to running, but the body has a mind of it’s own. Even the most well intentioned of runs can end in frustration.
My first steps felt wonderful. The air was crisp and cool, it was a pleasant reminder that it was the unofficial last day of summer. Half way through the first mile I looked down at my Garmin to see that I was running around a 12 minute pace. My stomach began to churn and I wondered if I would be able to make it to a mile. I pushed through for 5+ more minutes and hit stop as I saw the mileage hit 1.00. Immediately I had to duck behind a large row of ornamental grass and began puking.
I detest those uncontrollable moments when your body heaves up and down. Your body lets you know who’s boss, as the mind unable to respond, wishes it could do something to stop the process. When literally nothing was left. I stood straight up and decided I was going to walk to Panera to meet up with my friends, if even for a walk.
I ended up walk/running 4.5 miles and I’m really pleased with that. I was also kept company by two other pregnant runners! I felt empowered knowing that the *six* of us were out there doing something good for our health.
You may wonder – was it the running that made me sick? No. I know this because suddenly I’m getting sick or feeling sick for a good portion of the day whether I have ran or not. In fact running and walking actually help me feel better even if only for a brief time.
I’m not complaining though, I know some people have it worse than me. I’m focusing on my great run from Sunday and hoping this week brings me another good one.
Hope you all had a wonderful Labor Day weekend!