What a week! I have to say it’s a lot harder to be motivated to exercise when I can’t run, however, I’ve got my father’s tenacity and my mother’s dedication, so… I’m… really obsessive. But hey, it works.
The week started out alright but then it took a turn for the amazing once we had the ultrasound that showed not only a healthy baby in there but a big healthy baby in tharrrr. Finding out this information leaves me with three conclusions:
- All this healthy eating is paying off
- My baby likes mileage
- I better have him a couple weeks early or I will no longer have a vagina and an anus; I will have a vag-anus.
I started out on the bike and then finished on my feet (25 miles of running…all crammed within the last 3 days). Here’s how it went down:
Monday– 60 minute bike ride, and then all my strength stuff.
Tuesday– Another 60 minutes on the bike. La la la la la la. No strength work today.
Wednesday– 30 min bike, 3 mile walk, strength
Thursday– 60 min bike
Friday– We had the ultrasound and the baby is BIGGER than what’s typical for his gestation, so off I went for a 3 mile run! I dragged Andrew with me.
Saturday– Wadaabam. Andrew took Callum with him to drop his two kids off down at Whidbey Island so I had a few hours to myself again! SO I RAN! Because the baby is a good size and everyone can eff right off. I did 15 miles at a 9 min/mile pace. My left foot is a little tender (not surprising) so I’m icing it and hoping it stfu.
Sunday– Well, for the first time in forever, I didn’t wake up hungry today, but I didn’t start running right away so by the time I got on the treadmill and clocked a couple of miles, my stomach started growling. So I hopped off at 3.5 miles, ate a bunch of food and then ran 3.5 miles in the afternoon. I ran out of time for strength work; I’ll do it tomorrow for sure.
What was your week like? Do you have any niggly injuries?