I am happy to announce that Dave and I are expecting our first baby in September!
And… It’s a girl!
The first trimester kicked my ass. I have never felt fatigue like that in my life. The morning sickness was also a constant.
I was training for a half marathon when I found out we were pregnant. Despite feeling like crap, I managed to keep up with a modified training plan. I ran 4-5 miles a few times a week (cutting most of the long weekend runs) and did yoga the other days. My longest run was 11 miles 6 weeks before the race, and I ran a 10 miler 2 weeks before as a test to see if I could run the half mary. All was a go.
In March, I crossed the finish line of the Sarasota Half Marathon at 12 weeks pregnant in 2:17. I ran every second of the race, albeit slow and steady, and finished strong. I felt so proud that I stuck with my training and finished the race, especially through the first trimester of pregnancy.
After injuries and mental setbacks before becoming pregnant, finishing Sarasota re-confirmed my love of running. Now I’m doing it for fun. The Garmin stays at home. I bring the dog. I don’t care how fast or how far I’m running. I just need the daily sweat to remind me how grateful I am to be able to live.
At 14 weeks, Dave and I ran the Robinson Preserve 5k. It was a night race, and I ran 45 minutes that morning, so I had no goals. I told myself, to run strong and walk the water stops. Dave stayed by my side, which was nice since he’s much faster than I. We finished hand in hand in 30:10. Coming through that finish line, I definitely felt tired, like I had to work hard for that time. And no competitive person wouldn’t be a tad annoyed to miss a sub- anything by 10 seconds. My next goal was then formed.
I kept at it. The second trimester has been a breath of fresh air. I’ve been feeling more and more like myself, able to exercise 7 days a week like I was pre-pregnancy and eating healthy, though more, throughout the day. (Yes, I’m still a vegan!)
For Mother’s Day, our fam – Dave, Lucky, and I, headed to Palm Harbor for the I Love Mother’s Day 5k. The race was in a local park and pretty casual – no chip timing, stroller and family friendly. I lined up a few rows back from the starting line and took off at the gun. Not wearing a watch, I had no clue of my pace. I (secretly) had a goal to break 30 minutes and set a pregnancy PR that I was really proud of.
I had a different strategy this race. I ran with a bottle of water so I didn’t have to stop at the water stops, was very aware of running the tangents, and was aggressive in picking targets and passing them by. I felt great. I didn’t know if I was running 10 minute miles or 8, but I was enjoying every second – me and my baby girl were cruising.
When the finish line was within sight, I picked it up, passed my last victim, and cruised through the finish. I honestly thought I was seeing things. The clock read 26:xx. I had to look back to make sure it was actually on AND working. I felt great. I definitely put in effort, but I was feeling good.
21 weeks pregnant, and I ran a 26:33 5k. Now that is a pregnancy 5k PR I am very proud of.
So as I go into the 22nd week of this pregnancy journey, I marvel at the power of my body. Another being is growing inside me, and I still have the strength to run, swim, spin, and yoga along.
Life is good!