Live From My Bed

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Hi. I’m typing in bed. I’ve just returned from my morning puke. It’s hard typing in bed, so excuse any typos. Normally, I’m up before my kids and hacking away with my coffee. But not these days. Baby number 3 has different plans.

I’m in the depths of the first trimester. I am enjoying such awesome delights as constant nausea with occasional marathon puking session a lรก this morning, unending fatigue, constipation like I never ever have, all made complete by my oh-so-pleasant irritability. As a SAHM, I’m not doing a very good job. I am barely getting through the day. So, as you can imagine, running isn’t a top priority right now. That little pee-on-the-stick thing really changes everything!

But I am still running. Week 5 I ran 50 miles in 7 days. Week 6 I ran 47 miles in 7 day. Week 7 I ran 30 miles in 5 days. So far this week I’ve run 10 in 2 days. I had a pregnancy running streak going, but it ended last Saturday when I started hurling. Maybe I’ll reprise that idea later. One of these days I’ll tell you about my hopes for running during this pregnancy.

In the meantime, it’s hard to get motivated to run. I think that’s the hardest part. But once I get out I usually feel pretty decent. My easy runs are about 8:30 pace, or 30-40 seconds slower than pre-pregnancy. I have been doing a weekly track workout and I feel pretty good at anything over 6:45. We always do 1 mile around 7:20 as our last warm-up mile and I’ve managed to hang just fine. I can do a few 800 or shorter reps around 6:10-6:20. This past Tuesday I did 4 x 800 @ 3:26 in the second lane, 1 400 @ 1:46 and 1 800 in 3:33 pacing another runner and felt good. The other runner worked so hard that last 800 that she puked! I’ve never been so happy to see someone else puke! Pacing job well done. I can’t tolerate too many miles though. Maybe 6 is about it right now. I’m just happy to get anything in!

I swear my posts will be more exciting in a few weeks, but right now what can you expect from a sick heap in bed?

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Salty Running boss and mother of 3 little ones with PRs of 3:10:15 (26.2), 1:25:59 (13.1) and 18:15 (5k). I love to write about running culture, mental training, and fitting in a serious running habit with the rest of a busy life.

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3 comments

  1. Oddly enough, I can sympathize. During treatment cycles, I had to give myself whopping big injections of HCG (pregnancy hormone) the last two weeks of the cycle. I would go from 0 to pregnant (hormonally) in 24 hours. I would wake up the next day feeling as if I had been simultaneously beaten and drugged while hungover. And I could smell hubby’s dirty running shorts from three rooms away. Feel better, Salty!

    1. Ha! The running shorts! I don’t think I’ve breathed out of my nose in my house in 2 weeks!

      Thanks, girl!