17 weeks! Probably my best week of pregnancy running overall. Not quite my highest pregnancy mileage, but really close. I had a scare in the middle of the week that had me worried my running days were numbered, but it turned out to just be situational.
The beginning part of the week was sweltering hot here: mid-90’s M-TH. It was too hot for a late morning stroller run so I hit the Y treadmill Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday is our sitter day. We have a sitter come from about 3:30 – 7:30 so I can get out and have a break and my husband can work on his organic farming business during daylight hours (usually he’s out working after the kids are in bed with a headlamp!)
Despite the 94 degrees and no date I was not going to miss my opportunity to get some miles in! I spent the first hour of my freedom working on the site and then I headed over to my local park for a solo trail run. I made it one mile and had to stop experiencing all the signs of preterm labor. I knew I was not going into preterm labor or anything like that, but when I experience menstrual-like cramping and low back pain that is the number one sign that baby and body are not liking the running! So I had to walk. I thought about bagging the workout all together, but I thought I’d at least walk for my time out even if it was slow. I could at least enjoy the peace and fresh air of the trails.
Yet I felt a little panicky about needing to walk. As I walked I passed other runners and wanted to yell to them, “I HAVE to walk! I would run, but I’m pregnant and my body is rebelling right now. I’m a RUNNER!” So ridiculous, but there you have it. I also started to worry that this was the beginning of the end of my running during this pregnancy and that FLIPPED me out. 17 weeks is FAR too early for that! I tried to talk myself down and accept things for what they were, but I suppose accepting the loss of running for at least 5 months of one’s life in 15 minutes is asking a bit much of oneself!
Knowing it was so hot, I brought Pepper’s handheld that I’m still holding hostage and filled it with diluted gatorade. I chugged it when I started walking and within about a mile I felt better so I attempted to run again even though I expected the worst. Much to my surprise I felt fine. So I continued on tentatively. I refilled the bottle and drank a ton on the run and made it a total of 9 miles in a little over an hour and a half. With the walk break that’s pretty good and I was pleased. I ended up having a really nice run on my favorite trails and saw lots of other runners and even a couple I know.
The rest of the week was pretty great too. Thankfully it cooled off this weekend and I had my first double digit days back-to-back in a long time!
Mon: 7 in 60 minutes on the treadmill. 92 is too hot for a stroller run these days!
Tue: Still hot. Only time for 4, but got it done on the treadmill. 8:40 pace.
Wed: The 90 minute 94 degree crazy trail adventure-9 miles.
Thu: off. Still hotter than heck, a little sore from the fall and had an epic pool playdate.
Fri: 6 with the stroller, 5 of the miles with my Friday running buddy.
Sat: 12 super duper early averaging about 8:45.
Sun: 10 hilly occasionally technical trail miles around 9:00 pace.