Last week while I was off work, I forced myself to go for a run. I have completely fallen off the running horse so far in this pregnancy because I have been so tired. The run felt great, even though it was significantly slower than my usual running pace. Before I even finished the first km, I wanted to quit. I have gained a significant amount of weight in the last little while, so in addition to the pregnancy nausea and exhaustion I am hauling around a whole lot of extra weight.
As the run progressed, it got easier and I felt better. I decided that I needed to set out a more specific pregnancy fitness goal than “do not gain too much weight.” So, how about plan for a race after the baby is born?
I remEmber fondly the half-marathon I ran in the mountains last May. I certainly will not be in any shape to run a half marathon anytime soon post-partum. But, how about aiming to run/walk a 10K? The same half marathon also hosts a 10k run/walk in the mountains. The only problem is that This baby’s due date is mid-May. Last pregnancy I had cholestasis of pregnancy, which requires me to be induced 3 weeks early. This has a 60-70% recurrence rate. So odds are, I will have to be induced early with this one as well. If that’s the case and this baby comes end of April, I think it might be reasonable to plan for this run at the end of May… reasonable enough to keep me motivated to stay somewhat fit through the pregnancy. I’ll have to have some hard and beast guidelines though, so I don’t force myself to do something my body is not ready to do: perhaps a minimum of 4 weeks post partum, at the least.
If that run doesn’t work, there is also another mountain 10K in September. There really should be no excuse for not being able to run that one! (Except maybe for my pelvic floor.. But that just reason and motivation in itself).
Wish me luck in my runnin goal planning!
I am off work this week for “vacation.” I have nothing planned except to study for an upcoming exam and to get back into some sort of exercise routine. Today, though, I have already found myself tired and overwhelmed with nothingness that I have locked myself in my bedroom under the muse of studying. So far I have: done a headspace meditation, drank my coffee, checked in in facebook, and ignored my child. Now I am blogging.
I have found myself to be extremely tired. I was on call over the weekend, but for the few nights before that, I went to bed right after I put my kids to bed. I have been doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and working, quite literally. I am feeling myself getting grumpier and heavier and somewhat depressed. I am hoping that this week will help to cheer me up, but I fear that it’s just going to make me realize more of what I miss about my home life – or else make me feel like a bad mom for locking myself away from some time to myself.
It was my goal to stay on top of running and exercise during this pregnancy to prevent myself from gaining 50 pounds like I did the last two times. I was also hoping that I would be able to curb some of the complications I had in my last pregnancy by being more active. Unfortunately, the exhaustion and nausea has been overwhelming and I haven’t been doing anything. Last week I only went to TKD once and even that was a challenge. I have already been gaining weight and it is making me grumpy. I know it is my own fault, but I can’t seem to stop myself from eating, especially when I am not nauseous. It also doesn’t help that I have continued to have spotting all week, which makes me feel like I should be taking it a little easier, physically.
Today I am setting less-than-lofty goals. I am going to go for a massage, since I had that booked a while ago. But then I am going to go for a 5K jog/walk around the neighbourhood later this afternoon, likely with my older son on his bike. This will make me feel better about being active and also about spending time with my kids. Later I will take my younger son to his little soccer game/practice. I will go to TKD, and I will also get a little bit of studying in as well. That’s all for today.
Wish me luck as I try to lift this cloud of grumpy exhaustion from around my head this week.
I wish I could say that I was running as fast as lightening – metaphorically speaking. But, I think I did a pretty good job for my first real run in almost a month. It was beginning to get dark as I sloppily slapped kisses on the boys’ foreheads and then peeled into my running clothes. Thirty minutes is all I needed, as long as the rain would hold off and the sun would linger.
My fastest 5km pace was last summer at this time – 4’56” per km.
I’d like to imagine that I’ll get back there someday, but for now I’ll bask in the warm, accomplished feeling of knowing that I ran a steady pace. I found that wonderful running “sweet spot” where you’re running fast enough to feel your legs and lungs burn, but not so fast that you feel the need to stop and walk.
Maybe it was me finding my stride again after a hard month, or perhaps is was the electricity in the air from the impending thunder storm. Whatever it was, it was a fantastic way to end the night.