Remember when I used to run a lot? Like, just a year ago when I was at the start of marathon training? And how I’d take Abby out regularly on the running stroller?
Yeah, I think I remember that, too.
However, one look at my Strava account would tell you a very different story.
But…I am not stressed about it. I mean, I’ve now been “a runner” for 7 years, and I have finally found my groove. I know that the sport ebbs and flows. The goals and challenges change. The paces change. And that’s why I love running!
Eight months ago, I ran my best marathon ever (my 15th full marathon), 13 months postpartum. I was in the best running shape of my life, and it’s something that I am not only incredibly proud of, but it’s also a reminder to me that taking a break, stepping back – it won’t break me forever. Being competitive and driven is good, and has a time and a place, but so is being kind to myself and my limitations.
At 20 weeks pregnant, I’ve run a lot less this go around than the first time. Although I am so fortunate to have had a healthy and safe second pregnancy so far, I’ve unfortunately have had a generous helping of “morning sickness” (let’s call it what it really is – all-day sickness!), paired with the general fatigue of chasing after a toddler, and what honestly has felt like the hottest summer yet. I’ve traded ZZZs for miles, and I am not sorry about it.
Instead, I’ve tried my best to stay as active as possible, with lots of walking and staying productive (cleaning, chores, etc). Could I be doing more? Of course! But I’m not mad about it either.
This past weekend, I was feeling a wave of motivation and tackled a 5K on the treadmill. As soon as I ran my first mile, I felt that familiar ‘high’ of my feet below me, and honestly, that’s what inspired me to write this post at all. I was reminded of the magic of the sport, and the world of possibilities ahead of me.
This pregnancy, I am going to stay with that feeling, and that plan – run when I can, where I can…and dream big about what’s in my next chapter.