37 weeks! I ran 6 on the treadmill on Monday and figured the week would just like any other recent week. But by Tuesday both kids had raging colds and I couldn’t get to the Y until Friday (running with the double stroller is really not appealing now, especially when the temps are below 45.) I hopped on the mill and it was ugly. I had painful contractions throughout the run that tugged at my round ligaments and HURT. After 3 I thought I’d walk for a mile or so, but even that was uncomfortable so I said forget it and tried to feel happy to have done anything.
Even now it’s hard to cut myself some slack. I know I’m just a couple of weeks or so away from having the baby, but this and every time I’ve been forced to readjust my expectations for myself has been difficult. Can’t lie about that! Even going through this three times now and even now when running is going so much better than it was at this point during my previous two pregnancies, I can’t help feeling some disappointment with myself for not being able to do what I want to. I’m not bemoaning anything or beating myself up, I am just trying to be honest so that anyone else down the line who goes through this understands that it’s ok to feel this way!
In other news, my husband and I celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary yesterday. The Women’s Running Magazine article about me details how running was a big part of our relationship, so much so we had a Gatorade toast at our wedding and spent time running in between the ceremony and the reception.
Mon: 6 on the treadmill while Joanne ran on the treadmill next to me. Fun! (about 9:45 pace)
Tue: off helping with preschool Halloween party.
Wed: off with sick kids
Thu: off. Had prenatal appointment.
Fri: 3 measly sad miles.
Sat: off getting a pedicure and shopping for the baby.
Sun: 4 miles with my fellow pregnant friend Jen and feeling good!
Total: 13 and that’s ok!