Around 15 weeks babies get simultaneously awesome and difficult. Baby is so sweet and cuddly and she’s just starting to play. She’s so much fun to hang out with! When she’s not being all fussy, that is. She’s a little more clingy lately and much more ornery and demanding when she’s ready to sleep. It’s a little tough because I can’t rearrange life to her schedule with the other two, so I’ve had a couple of rough car rides recently, but it will pass soon.
Around 15 weeks is also about the time when I start feeling really frustrated that I’m still (relatively) fat and out-of-shape. I miss hard training, I miss running fast, I miss fitting into my cute running clothes, I miss racing and I miss running with my teammates and friends. I know within the next 15 weeks I’ll likely be back at it, but staring at this tree in front me, it’s sometimes hard to see that.
And while it certainly is frustrating, I’ve been down this road before and I know that a lot is going to change in the next 15 weeks, both with the baby and with my training. So, I am trying to enjoy it. While I’m antsy to do real workouts and get fast again, I also appreciate not having to do anything in particular. My only goal right now is rebuilding my strength and getting to a point where my body can handle stressing it through training. To achieve that, I pretty much just run when I want to. That’s actually a pretty sweet deal! Plus, as I get in better shape, my baby grows up. I’d be a fool to not appreciate the here and now. It’s not always easy, but I try to do just that.
It was easy to appreciate today. We spent the early part of the day celebrating St. Paddy’s day with family and friends. The kids had a blast! It’s so fun seeing the older ones finally getting into stuff like this. My son made a pot-o-gold hat in school and was proudly wore it to the party. It was adorable!
After we came home, we put them down for naps and I was off! I had a terrible run yesterday. It was dumping a rain/snow mix and 32 degrees. I was soaked for the whole run and freezing. My first two miles were insanely slow dodging puddles and trying not to slip and then once footing got better I could barely crack 8:20 pace. I had a terrible case of dead legs. Well, maybe just frozen legs. But today was the opposite.
I headed out and I could tell it was going to be a great run from the start. I kept the pace easy for the first couple of miles and then I came to the megahills and I pushed up them. I have a new mantra on these hills – stronger. I tell myself the whole way up, this beast will make me stronger. Since that’s the goal of my training right now, it’s hard not to push uphills knowing they will help me achieve it. Once over the hills my pace dropped a lot. I ran 8:36; 8:18; 8:28 (mega hilly mile); 7:49; 7:34; 7:22 (mega downhill mile); 7:30; 7:21 for my 8 miles. This was way harder than those paces used to be, but I couldn’t even think of running this fast not that long ago, so I’m happy. Things are moving in the right direction!
I’m back to 145 this week. Woop-de-doo! But it will get better.
Mon: 7.25 with the stroller. (8:57 average)
Tue: 8 on the treadmill (8:39 average)
Wed: 8 including 4 averaging 7:33 pace (7:56 average)
Fri: 7 on the treadmill (8:34 average)
Sat: 11.63 on sloppy roads (8:30 average)
Sun: 8.12 (average 7:51)