This past week I have become one of those cliche pregnant ladies in major nesting mode. I just want to organize all the things. So now, logically, I am organizing my thoughts about running while pregnant.
I have a race coming up this weekend, the Cherry Blossom Ten Miler in Washington, D.C. I had a moment this Saturday when I thought to myself, I don’t think this race is a good idea anymore. I was at home in New York for Easter, and I had forgotten how much harder it was to run up hills versus the coastal plain where I currently live in Virginia. I had to stop twice because I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. I’m still doing the race, I just know it’s going to be tough carrying around the 13 extra pounds I’ve gained so far.
I had a dream over the weekend that I stepped on the scale and it said 140 lbs. The scary part is that the next time I go to the doctor, I know it will say at least 140 lbs and I am going to have to not freak out about it. I have been able to run more this week since I’m on spring break, so I hope that this will get me back on track to run more than just on the weekends.
During the first trimester, all I wanted was burritos and guacamole, and then I started craving Greek salads. I was nauseous and really tired all the time. Running suffered, because instead of making me feel better it made me feel worse. I never actually threw up, but I had some moments of moaning in agony because I felt so sick. For the month of January I ran 72 total miles and my longest run was 9 miles. Most of my runs were between 6 and 9 miles. In February I ran 60 total miles, with my longest run at 12 miles and shortest at 6. I felt pretty crappy in February. In March I started to get some energy back. I ran my first race, the Shamrock 8k on March 16th. My total mileage for March was 57 miles with my longest run at 12 miles. Most of my runs were at least 6 miles, but I did a 3 miler once because that’s all I had time for.
I’m very fortunate to have a doctor who also runs and races triathlons. She is very supportive of my running as long as I don’t overdo it. I asked her for advice on the Boston Marathon, because I was considering running at least half of it, but we decided together that it wasn’t a good idea. Boston will have to wait until 2014.
I had a thought today during my 6 mile run that turned into a 3 mile run, 3 mile walk… I should really stop being so hard on myself. Part of me feels good for even being able to run at all, and part of me feels so lame for my slow pace. It’s a tough adjustment. I thought I would embrace the forced rest, but I realized that I never really run slow. I thrive off of a fast pace. I don’t like that my husband can run faster than me now (but I’m sure he enjoys it). I keep daydreaming about running a marathon after the baby is born, and about spring track season. I’ve been keeping a journal to write down my goals. But I need to be satisfied with my efforts and remember that a few decades ago women were discouraged from exercising at all during pregnancy, so I really am lucky to have running as an outlet (even if it’s slow running).
I should also mention that I’ve been supplementing my running with prenatal yoga and a few workout DVD’s I purchased from Amazon. My favorite one is the Summer Sanders Prenatal Workout. It doesn’t seem that difficult compared to running, but damn does it make me sore the next day!
Any mamas out there have advice for pregnant runners? Did you supplement your running with any other workouts? Anyone else afraid of hitting an all-time high on the scale like me?