It has been a lifetime since I wrote a post, but, man, pregnancy is a monumental task. I underestimated how physically challenging pregnancy is, and trying to keep my life in order and grow a human took up my blogging time and then some!
So here I sit, a few days shy of 38 weeks pregnant, and I’ve got a little time on my hands so I thought I would knock out an update…
Still in graduate school, still pregnant, and, yes, still running. It hasn’t been as consistent as I would have liked, but I’m still going. I even ran a 5k with my friend at the end of May, which was hot and hilly, but I felt like a rock star when I finished!
The bigger I’ve gotten, the harder it has been to run (big surprise, right?) In the beginning it was sickness, and now it’s just uncomfortable. No body tells you how sore your hips will be, and an extra 30 or so pounds really takes a toll on your legs no matter how strong they are.
And then there was the sprained ankle around 23 weeks. I was out trail running because of the shade it provided, stepped on a tree root while I wasn’t paying attention, and rolled my ankle. The damn thing still isn’t healed right, and the doctor says it probably will be sore and swell until after the baby is born. Uh, really!?! Like this isn’t hard enough already? That was my last pregnant trail run…:/
Fast forward to today. I’m getting in at least a mile a day, and probably half of that is walking. (And I honestly think I walk faster than I run at this point!) I’ve gone four days in a row, and my goal is to go every day until the baby is born. It may not be very far or very fast, but I’m training for birth, not a race. I miss my long runs on Saturday mornings while it’s still dark. I even find myself wishing I could run hills, but I’ll do those things again. And I don’t care if it’s just a mile a day right now. How many people can say they ran today, let alone when they were 9.5 months pregnant?