When I’m in the mood to run, it’s easy to just coast through it like a little fairy, feathery and light with not a care in the world. But when I’m riding the struggle bus, when I’m tired and lethargic, or when I’ve got a tough workout on tap like maybe a tempo run or some mile repeats, I get through it by dividing the run into sections. I might chop it up geographically (from the coffee shop to the bend in the road, then from the bend of the road to the start of the trail, the duration of the trail, then from the end of the trail back to the coffee shop). Or I might run until the end of the podcast, then run for the duration of my speed work playlist. However I do it, it is almost always mentally easier for me to divide the tough run up into manageable sections.
Pregnancy is like that tough run. Whoever thought to divide the 40 weeks into trimesters was probably a runner. I’m currently in the last week of the second trimester and I know all too well that the third trimester is tricky AF. Shit is about to go DOWN. In my case, probably literally.
My 25th week of running was filled with mileage, speed work, and impressive tempo splits. My 26th week was an 80 mile week which pretty much blows my mind. And then there’s the 27th week (here is the link to my mileage Monday). No more speed, no more tempo, just an ass-dragging week of running because I can, and because I know it’s probably not going to last. I had some heel pain creep up toward the end of the week as well as an increase in Braxton Hicks. I also found out that I’m anemic so I started up on some iron supplements which, if you guys don’t know, can cause some plumbing problems.
And the weight gain, ohhhhh the weight gain. Tagging on 10lb is doable, you know? Nothing to write home about. I mean, Christmas, Thanksgiving, we’ve all been there where we partook in a little too much gravy and pie and felt a little sluggish for a few weeks after the last car pulled out of the driveway. But now that I’m clocking a solid 15lb extra, let’s just say that mama’s starting to feel it. I don’t even know if 15lb is really necessary at this point because it feels like a little much but I really wanted to keep running and weight gain is something that everyone is able to point to, you know? If I’m not gaining enough then I lose my green light. So, I guess it’s necessary and it’s only helping my
gigantic baby boy so I’ll go with it. But man, does it ever feel like I brought too much back from vacation.
Here I am at 27 weeks pregnant weighing in at 134.5lb (up half a pound from last week and a total of 14.5lb from the start):
Oh–another thing that I’ve been feeling even more of lately is the numb leg/foot sensation while I’m running. It still doesn’t hurt at all, which is such a gift, but it definitely feels mildly annoying! It’s caused by some compression on my sciatic nerve, probably from the loosening of my hips from the pregnancy hormone relaxin. My left leg starts to feel like it’s made of wood and then my left foot goes completely numb, not unlike the feeling you get when you’ve been sitting on it funny and then try to get up and walk on it.
This is getting long, but one more thing: I started adding Nuun tablets to my water bottles just to make sure I’m getting enough electrolytes during the super sweaty hot and humid days. Every little bit helps.
I think that’s it!
Do you guys divide up your tough runs into sections? How? With what?
Have you ever dealt with a numb or “sleeping” body part? Hearts don’t count. 😉