Maybe my goal would be easier if I knew the day my little boy would be born. Would I jump out of bed and put my Saucony’s on? Go for a run, leaping and bounding knowing that it would be my last as a person-who-is-technically-two? I don’t know when he will come.
14 more days till my “official due date” – but what’s a due date? I honestly don’t know when this little man was conceived. I don’t track things like that. A due date is guess date for me.
I have never kept a tally of how many miles I ran this month or that month. I don’t track things like that. I don’t know how many miles I ran pregnant. I don’t know how many I run each year. For me counting these numbers leads to countless junk miles that are run to hit a number. I don’t want to run junk miles. I want each mile to be quality – so I include a mile in the days count, occasionally the weeks count, but nothing more than that.
Someone please tell me how you run the smarter race when it comes to childbirth? I just don’t know.
My life is in limbo. I’m ready for the next stage but don’t know when it will come.