Ran last night and attempting to keep up my two "during-the-week" runs and a long weekend run. I have plans to run tomorrow with my stepdad and ran last night with some gals after our small group. One gal is planning to do her first half this spring. The other is working up to do her 5th half. There was quite a bit of walking but its worth the trade off to have someone to run with and motivate me to get out there. And it was cold and rainy here -- but I secretly LOVE rainy runs! After the first mile or so I think they feel GREAT and it brings me back to playing in the rain as a kid!! (Which I will totally be doing with the boy when he is big enough!)
As much as it was a drag to get out and run sometimes when I was pregnant, it is often A LOT more coordination and preparation to run with a baby-- especially when you are still a nursing mama. Yes, I am totally willing to leave the boy with dad and a bottle. BUT I don't like running with a full load if ya know what I mean... so I do usually try to time runs for after a feeding. If baby boy is coming along on the run I try to run when he is awake after a feeding... if he is not coming I try to go right when he goes down for his nap.
(Disclaimer-- yes, I am a schedule-following mom and will do it again with a future kiddo. Big believer in it! Helps me plan my days and schedule and he knows whats going on and is such a happy baby!)
WHy do I share this? Out of full disclosure for a piece of the real life of a running mom.
I will say, my speed picked back up after I was no longer carrying my additional 25 pound baby bump! And I will totally take seeing his smiling face instead of feeling his big feet poke inside me. Ha!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Gummy
In other news-- baby boy is officially losing his gummy toothless grin. Today two little red dots have popped up on his bottom gums. Sniffle.
Soapbox and 8+ miles
Ran 8.3 miles yesterday. We ran at a 10:25 pace. It was a cold run but felt pretty darn good.
Will you allow me a rant for a minute? I am around several pregnant ladies again lately and find they fall into two catergories of people. The happily pregnant catagory shall go unmentioned. The other I shall take the opportunity to vent about now... Because I ran during my pregnancy along with doing other "normal" people things I am finding that I don't have much apathy for young healthy people who suddenly think they are disabled the second they become prego. (I am not talking being 9 months pregnant when you may start to feel "done" with the whole thing or if you genuinely have health problems!)
I was out pulling weeds and mowing the lawn when I was VERY pregnant. I was sitting on hard chairs and sweating my widening bootie off during the hottest summer in (Kentucky recent) history and I like to think I did not do much complaining about suddenly not being able to handle doing anything normal because I was in such a pregnant "condition." Other than the very sick weeks of 6-14 in which I mostly was not telling anyone I was even pregnant and trying to hide my puky episodes... I don't think I felt disabled by the whole thing. I feel annoyed when people feel the need to have their spouses accomodate them because they are now pregnant and are actually as healthy as they were just a few weeks before. People, if you get pregnant and keep moving on with your life-- you'll find you don't feel miserable and might actually feel pretty darn good again after the baby is born too.
Ok-- side stepping off the soapbox for a less grumpy note to this post.
Have I said lately that I LOVE being a mom. LOVE it. There is really no comparision. I have had the honor of designing buildings and spaces. Seeing them come to life really is a cool feeling for about 5 seconds. My wedding day was amazing for day and weeks around it. Marriage is wonderful. Having a baby grow inside of me, giving birth and nurturing a kiddo that I can watch grow into a boy and eventually a man is downright the coolest, toughest and most rewarding experience I have had to date.
Will you allow me a rant for a minute? I am around several pregnant ladies again lately and find they fall into two catergories of people. The happily pregnant catagory shall go unmentioned. The other I shall take the opportunity to vent about now... Because I ran during my pregnancy along with doing other "normal" people things I am finding that I don't have much apathy for young healthy people who suddenly think they are disabled the second they become prego. (I am not talking being 9 months pregnant when you may start to feel "done" with the whole thing or if you genuinely have health problems!)
I was out pulling weeds and mowing the lawn when I was VERY pregnant. I was sitting on hard chairs and sweating my widening bootie off during the hottest summer in (Kentucky recent) history and I like to think I did not do much complaining about suddenly not being able to handle doing anything normal because I was in such a pregnant "condition." Other than the very sick weeks of 6-14 in which I mostly was not telling anyone I was even pregnant and trying to hide my puky episodes... I don't think I felt disabled by the whole thing. I feel annoyed when people feel the need to have their spouses accomodate them because they are now pregnant and are actually as healthy as they were just a few weeks before. People, if you get pregnant and keep moving on with your life-- you'll find you don't feel miserable and might actually feel pretty darn good again after the baby is born too.
Ok-- side stepping off the soapbox for a less grumpy note to this post.
Have I said lately that I LOVE being a mom. LOVE it. There is really no comparision. I have had the honor of designing buildings and spaces. Seeing them come to life really is a cool feeling for about 5 seconds. My wedding day was amazing for day and weeks around it. Marriage is wonderful. Having a baby grow inside of me, giving birth and nurturing a kiddo that I can watch grow into a boy and eventually a man is downright the coolest, toughest and most rewarding experience I have had to date.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Runs and Cookies
First the good news--
I managed a fabulous long run on Saturday (7.5 miles) and a run last night (guessing around 5). Felt GREAT both runs. I think I have entered into that training zone where running actually starts to feel good. I wish I could stay in this zone but usually I end up slacking and having to get back here again.
The bad news--
I had about 15 Thin Mints (well an off-brand of the well known girl scout variety) earlier in the day. Ugh. I don't know what my deal is with craving chocolate lately but I just can't get enough. I despise that I am putting such ickiness in my body and would gladly accept some help from anyone who can offer advice on detoxing from sugar. Seriously.
So there we have it... brutal honesty from this Running Mama. Any tips/tricks are welcome and will be appreciated. What are your tips on overcoming food temptations?
I managed a fabulous long run on Saturday (7.5 miles) and a run last night (guessing around 5). Felt GREAT both runs. I think I have entered into that training zone where running actually starts to feel good. I wish I could stay in this zone but usually I end up slacking and having to get back here again.
The bad news--
I had about 15 Thin Mints (well an off-brand of the well known girl scout variety) earlier in the day. Ugh. I don't know what my deal is with craving chocolate lately but I just can't get enough. I despise that I am putting such ickiness in my body and would gladly accept some help from anyone who can offer advice on detoxing from sugar. Seriously.
I am all worried about making sure kiddo gets breastmilk over formula, I buy/eat organic, do preventative health (such as the chiropractor, excercise and taking JuicePlus) ... so in many areas I look like I have the health thing down -- so I am not sure why I cannot break this horrible habit of wanting and eating desserts.
Then I get on the scale and I am still losing weight (thanks to breastfeeding) so the only immediate motivation I have in that regard is getting this belly in shape again. Otherwise, I like my weight just fine and can't seem to grasp that this junk is horrible for my future self and the kiddo who feeds off of me.
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