One Year Ago…
|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!!