Friday, June 24, 2011

A Blank Sheet

I logged into my garmin online account after months - 7 to be exact - and cannot locate any of my previous data on my years of running! So frustrating. But I guess it is also freeing. Now I only have my memory of my fastest Personal records to remember. No more obsessing about the highs and lows of my previous running career.

I have 51 days till the likely birth of this baby. Within two weeks after his birth, somewhere near Labor Day, I should have only about 25 pounds to loose to get back to prepregnancy weight. I figure with some healthy eating, breastfeeding, and some swimming and weights I can start working out 5 weeks or so after his birth. It won't take me long.

I plan to be back to 145 by hmmmmmmm Halloween. Hopefully my leg injury will also mend if I do lots of yoga, swimming, and massage to get my weight down. After Halloween, if my leg doesn't hurt, then I can start running more in earnest. I could run in a CIM relay team in December!

Or I could run a half marathon in February.

It is always good to envision the path ahead. Since I've lost my data about how I did this before I'll just have to go by feel this time.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Finding my Foggy Limit

Hello friends....It feels so long ago that I ran my marathon in December. On that day I was unknowingly pregnant and weighed about 145 pounds. I'm now up 30 pounds and I'm at 30 weeks - just ten weeks to go (or so I keep telling myself).

How I miss running. I miss just heading out the door running a quick three miles, seeing the creek and feeling the wind and sun, and rejoicing that my body was fit, fast, and balanced.

Right now I just feel so awkward and off balance. The big belly does this, as well as my leg injury which keeps reoccurring, and the fatigue of pregnancy will hit me just like a large wall of fog. When I least expect this fog all the sudden I MUST sit, I MUST rest, I MUST no longer move.

But I am a creature of movement: of action: of forward motion: of running. How I miss running. All my forward motion, however, must now be working inwardly. This little boy is growing within me very rapidly. He started out quiet and now he pokes and prods me and has a heart that makes the nurses eyes get big and say, "Strong heart!" I think he has stolen my running heart and is using it for his own nefarious purposes. I miss my heart and lungs. I want them back.

But this to "shall pass.."

How grateful I am though for my health before this pregnancy. I believe that one day my leg will heal, I won't be pregnant and I might once again run one mile...then two...then three.. and on up...until I once again hit my foggy limit. Without a pregnancy that limit won't be just walking up the stairs or down the block. It will only be as far as my legs will take me...which can be, for any of us, really damn far!

Much love to you all - Sarah