|November 12, 2013||Posted by Lauren under Pregnancy|
It’s starting to get a bit cold out there for these photos…
We didn’t take official bib photos at 33 weeks because we have these glamour shots instead
Body: So I’m at a really funny place right now. The bigger this belly gets, the more inhibited I feel — it’s harder to get up from a sitting position, harder to bend over to tie my shoes, harder to move around in general. I have aches and pains that make me feel like an 80-year-old woman, and I’m running out of clothes that actually fit. HOWEVER, the bigger the belly gets, the more I love it. Not because the third trimester of pregnancy is so much fun or anything…more because I’m just sort of in awe of the thing. I look at my reflection in the mirror and can’t believe that this is my body. Or I zip up a coat and laugh when it looks like I’m walking around with a very large ball stuffed up my jacket. I kinda love it…
Weight Gain: Based on the scale at work, I think I’m up another 1/1.5 pounds since my last update. So let’s just say total of 27-28. That’s a lot of extra weight to be carrying around.
Baby: Apparently she’s the size of a large cantaloupe and getting fatter every day. Hopefully she’s getting smarter, too (my cousin sent along this very interesting article about moderate exercise during pregnancy and newborn brain development).
Symptoms: general brain fuzziness and aches/pains, which is all to be expected. First it was just sciatica, now I seem to be losing some feeling in my upper left thigh. Dr. Google tells me that it’s a condition called Meralgia paresthetica (caused by compression of the nerve that’s responsible for sensation in your skin), and according to the all-knowing baby forums, there’s really nothing you can do to relieve it…short of having the baby of course (working on that one).
Other than that, I’m starting to experience pretty regular Braxton Hicks contractions. Which really is an oxymoron, since one of the defining features of BH contractions is that they are not regular. But they started becoming a daily occurrence in week 33. Now I seem to experience them every morning and every evening. They’re not painful, but it’s not really the most fun sensation, particularly when you feel like you need to monitor them to make sure they aren’t getting closer together/more regular/more painful/etc.
It’s amazing how much has changed on this front from just a few weeks ago. When I ran the Octoberfest Race at 30 weeks, I went slower than normal, but I still felt like I was running. Now I just sort of plod along. One of these days I’m going to have Evan take a video of me running and post it up on the blog for your enjoyment. In fact, thinking about how hilarious I must look waddling down the street is my main form of entertainment on my runs lately…if you can even consider it running, that is.
Speaking of which – I’ve given a lot of thought to whether or not I want to keep running at this point. I’ve had less motivation to hit the pavement lately, and runs were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. My low point was at the end of week 33, when I found myself walking during a 4 mile run. I almost gave it all up right there.
But then this past week I finally got myself to a gym to try out the elliptical. It was a great workout (though boring) and it felt really good to get my heart rate up again. I stayed on the machine for a half hour and planned to call it a day. But then the treadmill started calling to me. And my mind just couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to run on the ‘mill vs. outside. So at 33.5 weeks, I stepped on the treadmill for the very first time in pregnancy. I thought I might hate it, since my usual way to combat treadmill boredom is to start easy and finish fast (obviously not happening these days). But I was still curious. So I bumped the treadmill up to a pace that’s slower than even my recovery jogs during interval workouts, and started moving. My plans to do 1 mile quickly turned into 2. And I didn’t hate it. In fact, it was kind of nice, knowing I could hop off at any time to use the bathroom or if I started feeling uncomfortable. And I realized that the 2 mile distance, while initially sounding kind of silly, was actually a really good limit for me.
Since then, I’ve completed two additional 2-mile runs and they’ve felt great. Once I got over the mental block of “just” going out for 2 miles, I started actually enjoying this 20+ minute waddle through the neighborhood. It’s just enough time to clear my head and not too much time for the discomfort to set in. I could probably make it further if I started run/walking but the truth is – I HATE IT. I’m not opposed to walk/running in theory, and I’ve certainly done it during injury recovery or long races. But there’s just something about run/walking a short run that I just don’t enjoy. I’d rather go for a run OR grab the pup and take him on a brisk walk.
Anyway, that’s just my own personal hang up about it. I know many runners do really well with the run/walk method, but I’d rather give up running altogether than have to run/walk a 3 mile run. Call it stupidity or stubbornness or whatever you want, but that’s where I’m at. For now, the plan is to stick to my 2-mile jogs a few times a week until the day comes that I simply do not want to do it anymore. That could be tomorrow, it could be next week. We will see…
Runs: 2 (7.5 miles)
3.5 miles @ 10:18
4 miles @ 10:20
2 days of pilates; 2 days of yoga; 1 day of strength training; a bunch of walks; and one day spent cheering on the sidelines
Runs: 3 (6 miles)
2 treadmill miles @ 10:20
Two untimed neighborhood 2-mile jogs
2 days of pilates; 2 days of strength training; 1 day of yoga; 30 minutes on the elliptical; and a bunch of walks with the pup
I may not be moving quite as much these days, but at least I’m still moving…
And finally, I’ll leave you with this beauty — a candid taken by my husband that captures the belly (resting on the table!) and the double chin in all their glory.
|November 8, 2013||Posted by Lauren under Pregnancy|
Now that I’m a little over halfway done (!!) with my 3rd trimester, I really want to write a post about running through pregnancy and how that has changed with each trimester. I suppose if you’ve been reading my blog at all over these past few months, you probably get the general idea:
First trimester: you can pretty much keep doing what you were doing before you got pregnant, as long as you feel okay/have doctor’s approval/all that other good stuff (I was exhausted and a Nervous Nelly so probably cut back more than I needed to, at least in those initial weeks).
Second trimester: having energy again is amazing!! And despite a rapidly growing belly, it’s pretty easy to find a good rhythm of exercise that works for you.
Third trimester: total crap shoot.
Obviously I have just a few more thoughts on that topic, but the post will have to wait for another day. Because right now, I’m finding it exceedingly difficult to string more than two sentences together. Never again will I roll my eyes and laugh when a woman talks about pregnancy brain. Because it’s real, my friends. And it hits hard. Not just the forgetfulness, but the fuzziness. The feeling that my brain has booted up but is operating on Safe Mode instead of at full capacity. My thoughts move slower, I can’t make the connections that I used to, and when I’m not at work, all I want to do is just sit and stare into space.
Yeah, I know…that probably sounds depressing to you. But right now it’s my idea of heaven.
However, when I’m not just staring aimlessly off into space, I’ve managed to read some interesting/entertaining posts. And today I figured I’d share them with you. I know some of these have already made their way around the internet, so my apologies if you’ve seen them already. Like I said, I tend to move a lot slower these days.
An interview with Lauren Fleshman about running, pregnancy, and getting back into shape. Another article that makes me love her even more, especially when she mentions giving up running after 30 weeks AND this last paragraph:
Every Mother Counts: Lauren Fleshman – Runner, business woman, writer, model, mama
Even though I was lucky enough to stay in shape and get my body back quickly, the body changes of pregnancy were as hard for me as they are for any woman. At certain stages you feel like you’re falling apart even though you’re creating a life. It’s normal and natural to feel really crappy about your self during the process. I think many women get to a place where they lose control of their bodies and they give up. They stop going for walks and exercising because they feel gross. I want to encourage people to fight that a little bit, to recognize it’s a normal feeling, but not give into it. Tell yourself it’s still going to be worth it, it’s healthy for me and the baby and as long as I’m feeling OK, I should go out for my walks and not cave in to chocolate cake syndrome. Pregnancy can be like holiday season where you slip off your goals and get negative patterns going. While there’s no expectation you should try to be perfect, it’s worth it to fight that mental battle and keep to a routine as much as you can.
This Birth Plan basically sums up everything Evan and I want for the BIG DAY. We’ll be printing this out and handing it to the midwife upon admittance.
McSweeney’s: Jamie and Jeff’s Birth Plan
While we do not have a traditional “philosophy” of “childbirth,” we have been heavily influenced by orthodox Wholefoodism and the “(d)well baby/good design” movement. We believe strongly in the power of the female body and a long-term night nurse. We are opposed to torture/gluten. In the event you are ever unsure how to proceed today, please ask yourself, “What Would Gwyneth Do?”
Pregnancy Photos: I know I’ve been taking weekly photos of myself in an outfit that is now ridiculously too small, but professional pregnancy photos are a concept I’m just not sure I can get behind. It’s not that I hate the way I look and don’t want that captured for all of eternity…it’s just the whole idea of handing over the cash for someone to take pictures of me pretending to look all motherly, when there are obviously more practical things I should be spending my money on. I just think I’d rather wait until Cheese Baby is here…she’s the real star of the show, anyway.
However, if we do end up deciding to go that route, I’ll be using these photos as inspiration:
Maybe one of my favorite photos of all time
And finally, this older blog post about the “You Should Be’s” that made me laugh…and then left me horrified and Googling birth videos, despite knowing full well that it would lead to nothing good. #cantstopwontstop
On a different note, I’ve started searching for a local Turkey Trot I can do on Thanksgiving morning. I’m barely running right now and I’m not sure I’ll still be running at 37 weeks (spoiler alert: probably not), but for some reason my twisted mind still thinks it’d be a ton of fun to waddle my way through. So, if anyone has any recommendations for a 5K (that’s my limit) in Southern VT or Western MA, please send them my way!
|November 5, 2013||Posted by Lauren under Running|
aka Evan’s First Half Marathon!
When Evan originally decided to train for and run a half marathon this fall, it was because the two of us were going to do it together. I had grand plans to run one in September, and it seems there’s nothing like a pregnant wife wanting to run a long distance race to convince a guy to do something he otherwise wouldn’t. Plus, after years of Evan watching me run races, his first half marathon just seemed like such a cool experience to share together.
But somewhere around 22 weeks into this pregnancy, I came to terms with the fact that distance running (a definition that changes by the week) while pregnant just isn’t for me. A hard thing to admit for someone who prefers training for marathons to running 5Ks. But you know, there are worse things in the world than having to hang up your distance-running-shoes for a few months because your body is growing a baby.
Fortunately, Evan was still committed to the idea of running a half this fall…with or without me. And once I got over my selfish desires to want to run his first with him, I accepted the fact that it was probably better for me to be on the sidelines anyway. Not only would I have held him back if we were running together, but I also know how nice it is to run a race when you have someone waiting for you every couple of miles. In the 5 years that we’ve been together, Evan has patiently traveled to many races, standing outside in all sorts of weather to support me. I figured it was about time I returned the favor.
So on one of the biggest racing days of the year, I woke up just after 4:00 am not to run, but to support my husband through his first attempt at 13.1. We drove ~2 hours north for the RaceVermont Shelburne Half Marathon. The morning was freezing (just about 30 degrees at the start), but fortunately the snow that was originally in the forecast held off…instead it was a beautiful, sunny fall day.
The race was small, but very well organized. Packet pick-up was inside the (wonderfully warm) field house, and runners hung out inside until 2 minutes before the start. Just before 8:00 am, the race organizers lead everyone to the starting line and with very little delay, they were off!
Thoughts from the sidelines:
1. Running in 30-something degrees may be cold, but standing around cheering in it is colder.
My main reason for envying the runners on Sunday was because I knew how much warmer they must have been. Meanwhile, I looked like a lopsided snowman all bundled up in my husband’s fleece and my winter coat that doesn’t really zip anymore. So sorry I didn’t take any #spectatingselfies to share with you.
2. From an outsider’s perspective, the course (although beautiful) didn’t look very interesting.
The first 10 miles were basically on the same road, with a couple little out-and-backs on side roads to add on mileage. The final miles were on a gravel path that wound down along the water, before runners met up with the main road and headed back to the Field House for the finish. But Evan loved it…and it actually made it pretty easy to spectate. We had a good friend who was running the half as well, and her husband and I got to see our runners just after mile 2, the halfway point, mile 10 and the finish. Not too bad for a 2 hour race!
3. It felt a little weird getting Evan ready for (and through) a race that I also wasn’t running.
This was the first time we’ve traveled together for a race just for him. I thought I might be sad about the fact that I wasn’t also running, but I actually loved it. It was fun to focus 100% on his race. Plus, the excitement/pride I felt every time I saw him on the course almost rivaled the pride that builds when I race myself (…almost).
4. I’m a little rusty on my race spectating-logistics-planning.
While my husband has become a pro at it over the years, I found myself struggling with estimated times and paces. First, I completely forgot to start my timer (or even look at a clock) when the race started, so I was just going off an 8:00 am-sharp estimated start. Second, every time I saw him I struggled with the mental math to calculate his pace. Maybe we can just blame the pregnancy for that one. I finally got into the groove, timing the distance between Evan and our friend and our arrivals at different spectating spots almost perfectly.
5. I may be slightly biased, but Evan was such a fun runner to watch.
Granted, he says he was loving life for the first 10 miles (i.e. during all the times I saw him until the finish) and then hated it for the last 5K, but it was awesome to see him running so happy and so well. He admittedly didn’t fall in love with distance running during training, but that all seemed to change on Sunday. Despite the fact that there weren’t large crowds or tons of runners (the race was pretty small) just the experience of being in a race environment was enough to pump him up. His goal (besides finishing) was to maintain a sub-8 minute/mile pace the entire way. And for the first 10 miles, he blew that out of the water. Every time I saw him, I’d do some mental math in my head to figure out his projected finish time. I was so excited to see him flying through the course…hills and all!
6. The last 5K of a half (just like the last 10K of a full) is make it or break it time.
Unfortunately the way the course worked out, I wasn’t able to see Evan at all during the last 3.1. And that’s when he needed support the most. I know that 3 miles can never seem so long as when they’re at the end of a distance race. And that’s especially true when the course has you running on a lonely path with no spectators and barely any other runners around to help you push. But to his credit, he didn’t give up. He may have sworn off running altogether during those last few miles (but who of us hasn’t??), but he kept plugging along.
7. Seeing Evan round the corner toward the finish line was one of the coolest moments.
Evan and I have done relays together, so it’s not the first time I’ve been able to cheer him into the finish of a run. But during those races there was always a sense that we were in it together. On Sunday, for the first time, he was in a race situation where he had done the work completely on his own. And it was so cool to be on the other side of the race for once — getting to support him while he gutted it out and finished something he once thought he’d never be able to do.
I know it must sound so cheesy, but running has been my passion since we’ve been together. Evan has been happy to support me and run shorter races with me, but until now he hasn’t really felt that drive to do a race on his own. Which is fine — I love that he has his own hobbies and passions that I’ve been able to support him in over the years. However, there’s just something so incredibly moving to see a person you love accomplishing something in a sport that you also love. I may not have been actually running that day, but the runner’s high I felt when Evan crossed the finish line was most certainly real.
Official Time: 1:42:52 (7:53 pace)
50th male/12th in his age group
8. Getting to dissect and discuss every minute of another runner’s race is the 2nd best thing to actually running it yourself.
Yes, I may miss running more than a few miles at a time. And I may be counting down the days until I can toe the line and push my body to the limits in the pursuit of a PR. But in the meantime, I love being around other people who have raced. When you know that your time on the sidelines is only temporary, it’s fun to be able to live vicariously through other people who are doing the one thing you would love to do but can’t. I’m not sure if Evan appreciated my 5,000 questions about every single detail of the race (what do you mean, you don’t remember exactly how you felt at mile 3??), but I sure loved talking strategy with him afterward.
9. Moe’s food is tasty, but it’s an interesting choice for a post-race meal.
Tortilla chips and vegetarian chili. I guess beans are great for protein (and Evan appreciated the non-meat option!) but it was so spicy he couldn’t really get much down. Fortunately, we rectified that situation with post-race pizza and beer…i.e. the recovery fuel of champions.
10. I tried not to push TOO much, but Evan is already talking about “next time.” And I love it!
Despite swearing off running altogether at some point during the last 3 miles, a belly full of pizza and beer seemed to change his perspective. He already knows what he wants to do differently next time, and keeps saying that he could have done better “if…” You know, that classic running bug I’ve been hoping will bite him all along. We will see what happens. But I’m striking while the iron is hot! I’ve already made plans for us to enter the Vermont City half marathon relay lottery…AND have gotten him to confirm that he’d run this race again.
Now who wants to volunteer to watch Cheese Baby while we’re running??
|November 1, 2013||Posted by Lauren under Pregnancy, Running|
One year ago this weekend, Evan and I drove down to NYC, found out the marathon was canceled and then turned around for a long road trip back up north to run Manchester City Marathon with Ali and Emily. Most spontaneous marathon planning ever, yet one of my most fun to date.
It’s so hard to believe that an entire year has gone by since I ran my last marathon. My last real race, actually (racing while pregnant is just not the same thing). I’m trying not to freak out about what that’s going to mean when I finally do step on a starting line again sometime in 2014. Racing is just like riding a bike, right?
It helps that over the past few weeks, my mind has been overtaken by thoughts about babies and labor and breastfeeding and maternity leave. At this current moment, my own running has become a bit of an afterthought (I don’t even know who I am anymore).
But, that doesn’t mean I’m not feeling just a bit nostalgic for last fall – for those taper tantrums and pre-race nerves. Or suffering from just a teeny bit of race envy, knowing so many are gearing up for NYCM this weekend.
So just for kicks, I pulled out my marathon outfit from last year and gave it a spin. Because when you’re 8 months pregnant and unable to race, you’ve got to find other ways to entertain yourself. Oh…what’s that? You’ve always wanted to see a pregnant woman squeezed into running clothes that are clearly much too small?? Well it’s your lucky day then, because instead of keeping these to myself I’ve decided to share the photos with you!
Hey Saucony – do you need a cover model? I really think this pattern enhances my natural curves.
File this under: things you should never post on the Internets
And now for the comparison: 2012 LBC vs 2013 LBC. I don’t know about you, but I really think the belly completes the outfit.
So this weekend, instead of racing, I’m going to be sitting on the couch in my old running clothes, drowning my sorrows in a bucket of ice cream.
Just kidding. I actually plan to do the next best thing: cheer from the sidelines. Evan — my soccer and baseball playing husband that I’ve slowly tried to morph into a runner — will be running his very first half marathon! I’ve been helping him train all summer, trying to show him that distance running truly is the most amazing thing ever. I’m not entirely sure he’s convinced, but at least he survived the training. Even though I wasn’t able to actually run the miles with him, it’s been fun to live vicariously through him. To watch as he got faster and more confident at running longer distances while I got slower and slower. And I’m hoping that these past few months of training have ignited a fire in him — after all, he’s currently the fastest person in the house. I don’t plan on letting him hold onto that title easily (no, I’m not competitive at all…).
Sunday is finally the big day that he’s been working toward for months. I’m so excited about it, I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve.
Unfortunately for him, the weather forecast is looking a little less than ideal.
Maybe he’ll get lucky and have the wind at his back the entire time??
Crappy weather or not, I would love nothing more than to be out on the course with him on Sunday. Helping pace him through his first 13.1, getting him water every couple of miles, saying encouraging words when he needed a boost, and shutting up when he just needed time in his own head. But maybe it’s better that I won’t be. Maybe it’ll be good for me to stand on the sidelines (like he has for me, so many times before), waiting for him, encouraging him, and just letting him run his own race. Because there’s nothing like crossing the finish line of your first long distance race. Knowing all the time and commitment you put into training…focusing on all the hard work it took on race day to get there. I truly can’t wait for him to experience that.
No matter what happens on Sunday — however fast or slow he runs — I do know that Cheese Baby and I are going to be some of the proudest spectators out there. I may not be able to run, but I plan on shaking this baby bump like it’s my job.
Good luck to everyone racing this weekend, especially all you NYCM-ers!!
|October 29, 2013||Posted by Lauren under Pregnancy|
Feeling so close…but yet, so far.
Body: Seems like Cheese Baby has a growth spurt every few days at this point. Sometimes I look down at my stomach and cannot get over how much bigger it’s looking. You’d think that after all this time, I’d remember that I have a huge belly, but nope. Instead I’ve had some recent close calls with the gas stove (why is my stomach feeling so hot??) and I may have gotten stuck in more than one bathroom stall (this week).
Weight Gain: 26 pounds. Apparently I now weigh as much as “high school Evan!” Thanks so much for letting me know that, dear husband. New goal: weigh as much as “current day Evan!”…because what else do I have to aim for these days?
Symptoms: Fortunately the heartburn I was starting to experience at the beginning of week 31 didn’t last…so we’ll just blame it on eating too much junk. Instead, I’ve had another fun development over the past couple of weeks — an increasingly strong sensation that someone is sitting on my chest. Because well…someone sort of is. Cheese Baby is pressing on my diaphragm, making it harder to breath. So I’m huffing and puffing like a smoker when I walk up and down stairs…or bend over…or basically do just about anything.
I’ve also been getting more Braxton Hicks contractions, particularly in the last week. They’re not exactly fun, but not unpleasant either. My body is just warming up for the main event, I guess. All in all, I’m feeling really good….besides the occasional emotional outburst and some increased fatigue. Which, in all fairness, is at least partially due to late night post-season baseball (Go Sox!).
Baby: Measuring right on track at 32 weeks! But I think Cheese Baby is getting a little tired of her quarters and has now resorted to manual attempts to increase the amount of real estate she owns. She no longer simply kicks me — her legs PUSH out against my abdomen and slide around everywhere. Sometimes I look down at my stomach and see little body parts poking out. I promise it’s just as freaky as it sounds like it would be.
In other exciting Cheese Baby news, my midwife confirmed that she’s head down. I already suspected that, but it was nice to have it confirmed. Little girl is ready and waiting to meet the world.
The lighting makes it hard to tell, but I swear to you – the belly is definitely bigger now than it was one week ago
Most Informative Moment: Attending a birth class at 31 weeks pregnant.
In truth, I’ve had mixed feelings about actually attending a class on labor/delivery this entire pregnancy. We almost didn’t go at all. But after some last-minute scheduling changes, Evan and I found ourselves with a free Saturday on the same day as the last fall workshop was being held and so…we went. Because, you know, what could be a more exciting way to spend the day than talking about a woman’s anatomy, practicing labor positions, and watching birth videos!? 10 minutes in and we were happy with our decision (the slightly kooky instructor might have done it for us). I may talk more about my feelings around labor/delivery…I may not. The reality is that I’m a naive first-time mom-to-be who has no real idea of what she’s in for. I’m also a person who likes to be in control….all of the time. The fact that I not only cannot control what day this baby decides to join us but also how exactly that entrance is made makes me slightly anxious. So, I’m taking a deep breath, stepping back, and just letting go of any preconceived notions I might have. No detailed birth plan, no black-and-white “this must not happen!” demands. Sure, I have some thoughts about how I’d like things to go (and it helps that many of the things that I’d ask for, the hospital does automatically), but in the end the slightly cliche “healthy baby, healthy mom” is the only thing we’re going for here.
Highlight: Baby shower!
Now I’m not really a person who loves being the center of attention. I tend to get a bit sweaty in large crowds, especially when all eyes are on me. However, being around generous family and friends who showered Cheese Baby with so much love was really something wonderful.
Also, I found opening up baby stuff to be way more fun than opening up wedding shower gifts. Everything is so wee!
Insert awkward photo with delicious cake here.
Plus, there was chocolate cake. Any event with chocolate cake is perfect in my book.
Running: is slowing down…in every sense of the word.
Throughout my entire pregnancy, I’ve told myself that I would continue running as long as it felt good…and as long as I had the motivation to do it. Over the last couple of weeks, the days where I’ve felt good enough to run have decreased. 26 pounds is a lot of extra weight to be carrying on my 5’4″ frame and I think it’s really starting to catch up to me. Not only am I more tired, but my pelvis is quick to let me know if I’ve done too much. 3 – 4 miles usually feels okay, 5 seems to be my limit.
Everyone’s experience with running/exercising during pregnancy is so different. I try not to compare myself to other women who are able to run further or more consistently and instead consider myself lucky that I’ve been able to stick with this sport that I love for so long. Plus, it’s been kind of nice to slow down a little bit. Through the entire 2nd trimester, the drive to run was incredibly strong. My cravings for a good, hard, long run were intense. I couldn’t wait to get out there each day just for the chance to run however long I could. And it helped that running is my only real option for cardio. We don’t belong to a gym, so if I wanted to get my heart rate up, I needed to hit the pavement (rain, wind, sun, heat…for better or for worse, every single mile of my pregnancy has been run outside).
Now? I still crave those runs, but I don’t feel the same drive to get out there at this very moment. More and more I’m craving the after, the ability to run postpartum and start getting back into shape. But at the same time, I’m feeling more at peace with slowing down now to ensure that can happen. Not only do I not want to do anything now that would jeopardize my return to running later (in regards to pushing through pelvic pain), but I also don’t want to push myself so hard during pregnancy that I’m completely burned out come Jan/Feb.
Anyway, that’s a lot of babble to basically say that my mileage has decreased while my low-impact cross training activities (walking, yoga, strength training, and just this last week, prenatal pilates) have increased. Evan and I keep talking about joining a gym, and there’s a chance that my decreased ability to run may finally encourage me to pull the trigger, fork over the cash, and sign up. We shall see.
If my running continues to decrease over the next few weeks, I’m not really sure if I’ll log my daily workouts in these posts. Just seems less interesting to record “1 hour of yoga!” So here’s a summary version instead:
Week 31 by the numbers
1 failed run (where I called it quits a mile in, collected the dog, and walked instead)
2 successful, “happy-I-feel-good-today!” runs
10 total running miles
6 long walks with the pup
2 days of yoga
1 at home “total body workout” DVD
1 day of full body strength training with weights
Week 32 by the numbers
2 slow, easy runs
6 total running miles
6 walks with the pup (4 with the husband)
2 days of yoga
1 day of pilates
1 day of full body strength training with weights
In terms of running pace, I’ve slowed down yet again. It seems like my body gears itself up for big events, and then steps back. My running pace fluctuates depending on how I feel, but I’m usually able to average between 9:30 and 9:50. Definitely much slower than just a few weeks ago, but still not too shabby.
And just for fun, another 10 week all-over-growth comparison:
No, my shorts didn’t magically shrink over time. I may bust through those before this thing is over