Baby Germain is the size of a navel orange.
This weeks craving: something.... anything healthy that would make me feel better
This weeks aversion: I ignored aversions because I desperately wanted to feel better
MONDAY- 75 minutes of Yoga: At Metrowest Yoga. This session I did with my sister Caroline. Last week I felt locked into each pose, this week I wasn't able to get focused and felt out of balance. Perhaps it was a sign of what was to come.
Bathroom Breaks: 1
TUESDAY- 6.5 miles with Fartlek 54:00: Sticking with the recommendation of James McKirdy of McKirdy Trained , I did another fartlek. This time the weather was much nicer so I had more flexibility with where I ran. I stayed close to home in Spencer. I told myself it was going to be "the quickest fartlek ever, because who the F cares? I'm pregnant! Why am I doing this!?"... But I got out there and got in a groove. I stuck with a hilly route knowing that I wanted to race the Amherst (Jones) 10 miler. My pace range was between 5:31-6:47 and my longest interval was just over 2 minutes. I intentionally attacked hard ups and hard downs in race preparation. I'm a masochist.
Bathroom Breaks: 0
WEDNESDAY- OFF: Raea came down with a 103 fever at 11:30ish Tuesday night. Blindsided with this I got no sleep and spent the whole day Wednesday snuggling her and washing my hands trying to avoid getting sick myself. We took her to the Doctors and he said if she starts to get a cough it's most likely the flu. Well the cough shortly followed... and then I was like "well, I'm fucked..." I thought best to not do the treadmill at night because the only chance I had at fighting anything off was to avoid any extra stress on my body.... and we all know how much the treadmill stresses me out! I worried about both of my babies. #fail
Bathroom Breaks: All damn day!
THURSDAY- 3.6 walk 1:00 with Chrissy: Raea was full of energy and I still felt okay! It was in the 60's again so I couldn't sit in the house another day! I met Chrissy for a walk instead of a run. The fresh air seemed to serve Raea and I well. She seemed like her normal self!
Bathroom Breaks: 1
FRIDAY- 0 miles, vomiting the night before: Well, I got sick after all, but throwing up was a strange relief... I think it had more to do with heartburn from eating many meals with an 18 month old on my chest, at least this is what I tell myself because I refuse to believe I'm sick! (but I'm totally sick at this point) Aches and fatigue were the worst, and then Raea who was seemingly better than I was took a huge chunk of my energy so I wasn't exactly resting. Matt was away most of the day (although he did come home early to help me out) so it was tough. By the end of the day I felt much better... but again, why would I run? It was beautiful so I let Raea play in the backyard and get some energy out while I sat in a chair lazily and snapped pictures since she was so cute! I was just happy she was better, but I worry about my baby #2.
Bathroom Breaks: Other than the vomit?...
SATURDAY- 12 minutes with Jane for her Cool down. I felt better. Raea felt better. I called and asked my moms opinion (she has 8 kids) and she confirmed that it would probably be good for Raea and I to get out of the house. We had been fever free since Wednesday afternoon. We headed into Boston and watched my sister Jane's Conference meet.... painful to watch, but there are lessons learned in all the bad races, too! A lot of old memories from my own college failures arose. Those were the best and worst times in my racing career. Hard to see my sister heartbroken in the same way. Raea seemed back to her normal self, though! Phew!
Bathroom Breaks:0 during run.
SUNDAY- 0 miles: We went to spectate the Amherst 10 miler, and unexpectedly Raea began crying while I was a mile out from the finish. This kid never cries and she was hysterical. #momguilt .... I'm not winning mom of the Year anytime soon, stupid decision, live and learn. She's the type of kid who wants to go places, and I'm not a mind reader...althought it was too late to go home, it was clear she that's where she wanted to be... and I wish we had just stayed home because I missed the whole race. The team did well considering I wasn't able to run and we've had a few people holding off until closer to Boston. Fortunately Raea loves my mom so much she was happy to go to lunch because other wise we would have starved on the ride home. I was planning on running when I got home but some crying began again and I was reminded me that even though we both MOSTLY feel better, I shouldn't be pushing her OR myself this hard. Another day off, and I have to be okay with that. I talked to one of my mom Role Models, Christin Doneski, today. She walked through all of her pregnancies instead of run, and she's in her late 40's and I'm having a good day if I'm able to beat her. A REALLY good day. So I'd say I'm in good company taking a week off of running.... or two... or 40... who cares? I'll just do the best I can.
**TOTAL MILES: 11.5ish**
Killin' it! (sarcasm)
Kinetic Revolution Phase 4. I did this on Saturday Night and that was it.
1. I felt my baby move! Only a little earlier than Raea, but Phew! Thing is still alive after this week!
2. I have two babies to worry about now
3. Raea doesn't always know what she wants. Just because she's putting on her coat, doesn't mean she wants to be outside.
Looking Forward To: Raea's cough being 100% gone, and me feeling 100% again as well
Welcome to my blog! I blogged my entire pregnancy in 2017 and I had high hopes for where I could take my running after baby number 2, but my body had other plans. At some point I got too discouraged to write and recently realized that it is essential for my personal growth and development to keep putting feelings into coherent(ish) thoughts. I still hope to run sub 2:45 in the marathon one day, but for now I’m trying to focus on the process and I’m learning to enjoy it. You can come along for the ride, apologies in advance for grammatical incorrectness!