I was looking back through my old posts last night and really realized how long this “break” has been. Too long. Far too long.
I didn’t even get to share my last 5k with all of you! At 18 weeks pregnant, it was harder than I thought. There’s something about internal organs being mashed up under your ribcage that makes breathing just a teensy bit more difficult. I did my very best. Ran when I could. Walked when my body started yelling at me. No land speed records were set, but I was proud of myself for giving it my all. My husband took this
hideous scary lovely picture afterward:
Please disregard the Panera bagel that’s being shoveled into my mouth. I’m pretty sure I burned
at least half enough calories during the race to cover it. Mmmm. Asiago cheese. My favorite.
I’d planned to race again (another 5k) tomorrow, but was strongly discouraged from doing so by my doctor. Heat was his main concern. Oh, and the fact that I’m not supposed to be doing anything high impact. Baby is priority #1 right now so I’m heading his advice and sitting this one out. Maybe I’ll go for a 3.1 mile walk on the bike path instead.