I feel like I’m finally growing up. I’m 29 years old and, after my first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage last year, I’m pregnant again, seven months along to be exact. I mean, I am almost 30, it’s about time I grow up, right? But for real, pregnancy has left me amazed by what the human body is capable of and it has also made me humble, count my blessings, and think a little more deeply about my life, including where running fits in it.
I haven’t always had a healthy, balanced relationship with running. Going into my first pregnancy, before my miscarriage, I told my husband all about how I wanted to be super-fit and not gain any unnecessary weight. I wanted to be like super-woman, pregnant style. But I think the realities of pregnancy have taught me that running is about much more than keeping me fit-looking or as fast as I can be. Read more >>