Something has been on my mind lately: Running. It's not new for me to be thinking about running, but I've been thinking lately how no one seems to really talk honestly about running while pregnant (or at least I haven't seen it). They either don't run or it's all sunshine and unicorns pissing rainbows when they talk about working out while pregnant.
|I love the internet so much|
Here's a secret: Running when pregnant sucks. You know how some days you have a really crappy run when you're working SO HARD and still running SO SLOWLY? Imagine feeling like that every single day for weeks. Granted, everyone experiences pregnancy in their own special snowflake way, so this may not be true for other people, but this is my blog and it's all about me.
There a few things I could be doing to be less miserable about my running:
1. Reframe my definition of success. It's hard to not compare your pre-pregnancy running to your current pregnancy running. I feel like Gollum when I run because I'm constantly having internal arguments with myself.
Oh, this doesn't doesn't feel so bad!
What, a 11:15min/mile pace? THIS IS SO SLOW. I ran FIFTY MILES AT THIS PACE.
You're pregnant dummy, you're supposed to be slow.
Why does it feel SO HARD to run THIS SLOWLY?
I think I need to walk for a bit before I start dry heaving. Let's listen to my body!
Should I pause MY PRECIOUS when I walk?
NO. It counts.
|Can't stop running until MY PRECIOUS is at an even mileage!|
2. Maybe try running less. Again, I'm having a hard time letting go of what I think is an acceptable weekly mileage as compared to my non-pregnant self. Here is a graph of my weekly mileage since I found out that I was pregnant:
|Up and down and up and down|
There seems to be a pattern of having a good week of running and then a shitty week. I think if I reframed how I view a "good" week mileage, then I can stop kicking myself for stupid things like a 33 mile week. I just keep thinking I'm not pregnant enough to be this lame yet.
3. Drop my "Need to live it up!" attitude. I'll sometimes really want to nap during nap time instead of running, but I won't because I don't know if today is the last day I'll be allowed to run. I go to a practice of 3 doctors and they are generally understanding about wanting to stay active while pregnant, but none of them are pro-running. The nurse I saw for my first appointment was so anti-running that she told me that I should stop now and only walk and use the elliptical (for the ironclad reason of the fact that I didn't run through my first pregnancy). No offense to nurses out there, but I told her that unless a doctor told me I needed to stop for some more concrete reason, I was going to keep running in moderation. Apparently, 8 miles isn't considered a moderate weekday run and she just shook her head at me. I feel like if I have any complications at all, I won't be allowed to run anymore so I have this "Fat dude eating pizza and breadsticks the night before starting Atkins" attitude about running.
|Taking this literally|
I've had a few really rough days in a row with the morning sickness and it's negatively effecting my outlook on life, but I know once I can eat a normal meal again that I'll cheer up. It's just bad enough to have a sad run and then not be able to eat dessert because you're too nauseous? Oh the humanity.
Even though I'm pretty sure the requests were sarcastic, I decided to include another picture so you can see my progress to getting Jessica Simpson big. Yes, I'm wearing the same outfit as the picture from over a week ago. These are the only pants that fit right now. My maternity stuff is too loose (I think I might have stretched it out too much with my last pregnancy?) and my normal pants just don't work, even with a hair tie holding them closed instead of buttoning. Well, it works unless I want to bend down or sit. I think I look ridiculous for being 10 weeks pregnant, but that's only compared to how I looked with Faith (i.e. didn't really show for a while).
Anyway, enjoy. My facial expression is pretty priceless, but my husband has patience to take one picture after being at work for 12 hours and I had a long day with a cranky toddler, so just don't look at my face:
|Hair style courtesy of laying on the couch just before taking this picture|
Which do you think is worse? Missing a workout or missing dessert?