I am thankful, so incredibly grateful for my ability to run, and to be able to do so this much and this far into my pregnancy. I don’t want to take a single step for granted because I know too well how fragile pregnancy can be and how running can very easily, very quickly be pulled out from underneath me at any given moment. Each time I put my running shoes on, I remind myself to soak it up as much as I can and run as if it’s my last one.
One of my favourite quotes that has got me through not only some very tough runs but some very tough life moments too is this one: “Run the mile you’re in.” As soon as we start thinking about the next mile, we get anxious. As soon as we start thinking about the previous mile, we get cocky. One day at a time. Bit by bit, we get there. Success is made up of all the tiny little moments that we get through each day, each hour, each minute. Pain is inevitable, but it doesn’t last forever.
This photo was sent to me recently by a woman who recognized me from the Cares race I did last October! She stopped me last week while Lora and I were out on a long run and asked me for my phone number so she could send this photo to me. I was in the last kilometre of the 10k race and you can tell by my face that I was definitely riding the pain train:
Fast forward to now, and I’m not sure how I’m able to run 70 miles a week while in my 23rd week of my fifth (sixth, actually) pregnancy but you know what? I’ll take it…and run with it.
Monday– What a way to kick off the week! Andrew took Callum to get his hair cut (because I’ve tried to take him several times and he FREAKS OUT when I’m there) so I took the opportunity to run! I ran 3 warm-up miles and then 7 miles at 7:30 min/mile, and then a 2 mile cool-down (the second-to-last mile was straight up a mountain, so not really a “cool-down” mile but I took it easy anyway) for 12 miles total. I wanted to work a little harder for this run but I didn’t want to push anything too hard, so I settled nicely into a 7:30 pace and just held it there. A far cry from my 7 mile tempo at 7:10 average last week, but this just felt right today.
Tuesday– The first run of the day was a 5 mile stroller run with Callum and then Andrew came home early from work so I headed to the trails and ran 6 miles in the sun! Thankfully there was an actual bathroom that I could stop at and have a pee in. Both runs were at about a 9 min/mile pace.
Wednesday– CRAZY DAY today, and I knew it was going to be, so I set my alarm for 5:45 and headed to the gym to run on the treadmill there. I had enough time for 10 miles, so I did that at a 10 min/mile pace and then the last 3 miles were 8:30 min/mile pace.
Thursday– I pushed Callum in the stroller for 6 miles this morning and then I barely managed to squeeze in this treadmill workout in the afternoon: one mile warm-up, two miles at 6:49 min/mile pace and one mile cool-down.
Friday– What a frigging WEEK THAT WAS. OMFG. Barely hanging on. I squeezed 2 treadmill miles and some strength work into the afternoon and then Andrew and I ran 6 hilly miles together in the evening once Callum went to bed. I only slept 4 hours last night (10pm-midnight, and then 4-6am) so hopefully I’ll be able to sleep tonight!
Saturday– It’s Saturday, and the drama from the week spilled over into the weekend like waistbands at Walmart. I don’t remember much, but I do know that I got in 8 treadmill miles. If you need me, you can find me in the hardware aisle sniffing paint fumes.
Sunday– I wanted an even 70 for the week because this week was shitty and sometimes I need to satisfy my overwhelming OCD nature to give myself a sense of control. There are times where I have energy to force myself out of my comfort zone, and then there are these times. I had time for 9 outside miles before Andrew left for work and then I pushed Callum in the stroller for 2 miles so that I could hit 11 for the day. My hamstring is a bit sore from doing all that strength work on Friday (single leg dead lifts kicked my ass) but I’m icing it and hopefully it settles down soon.
What’s your favourite running quote?
What’s your favourite life quote?
Does anyone else struggle with insomnia? Does anything specific trigger it, or does it randomly show up?