I dream of running without another human in my belly. I dream of being able to bound up the stairs to grab something really quickly and not feel out of breath. I dream of drinking a glass of water and being able to wait hours before I have to finally go to the bathroom. I dream of not having to use body glide on rest days. I dream of races. Finishing another 26.2. I dream that I will again one day be able to set PR’s. I dream that it’s B & A Marathon – I’m crossing the finish line in the best shape of my life. I dream I’m on the way home from that race, sunroof open, music blasting, me singing – thinking – life can’t get much better than this.
Monday I went for a run outside – 1 mile – at little over 11:30 pace, pushing Miles. What a difference a day makes in the running life of a pregnant person. I walked. Tried to start again and it just didn’t feel right. I didn’t push and walked home. 30+ minutes wunning. Cardo for the day – check!
Tuesday I took a rest day because I had my 37/38 week Dr appointment. Baby is still very high up according to the doctor. This makes me laugh for a number of reasons.
My moms former neighbor who recently had a baby, was a smoker. She sat on her porch and puffed away all 9 months of pregnancy. Did anyone say anything to her about the harmful effect this was having on her baby? Probably not. I however have been consistently running for over 7 years now yet I still get comments/questions/looks while running. Why is it okay to say something to someone who is doing something healthy vs. something so blatantly unhealthy? I’m not running 26.2 miles while pregnant. I’m not doing track workouts. I’m being active – big difference.
Back to the baby being high. Apparently all of my running has not caused him to fall out onto the pavement nor descend. Nor has it put me into pre-mature labor!
I’m ready for this baby race to be over, but I am trying to be patient and wait. Patience and waiting are not things I’m very good at.