Everyone, I want you to take a moment to stop what you are doing and celebrate. Healthy Strides now has 100 followers! Yay! I want to thank all of you for reading or scrolling past on your reader to blogs you like better. You. Are. Rockstars.
Moving on ...
On Sunday, I ran 2.75-ish miles. Today, I ran 2.75-ish miles. And Thursday, I'll probably run 2.75-ish miles.
See a pattern?
I'm hate to say it, my friends, but the 3-mile runs aren't happening anymore. Nope. It will be 2- milers and 2.5-milers, if I'm lucky. It seems that certain people (ahem, Mark) aren't so cool with the distance. Actually, those people aren't so cool with the running.
Let's look at this morning's post-run conversation (Mark is on spring break).
Mark: I'd sort of like this to be your last run.
Kimberly: I'd sort of like you to be pregnant and gain 20 pounds so I can laugh at you when you eat Frosted Mini Wheats at 3 a.m.
Don't worry - I didn't say that. I am aware that marriage is all about compromise (thanks for the reminder, Grandma) and, you know, he's Mark's baby, too. I think. So I told him I would not run 3 miles
Don't get me wrong - I know there will be a day when I shouldn't run, when it's not good for me and -----. I just don't think that day is today nor do I think I'll meet it in the next few weeks. We know our bodies best and besides needing a breather halfway through, I feel good. The legs really feel good. My mind feels good. And I'm not ready to give that up yet.
It's been my goal for sometime to go for at least one run in my third trimester. I'll be 26 weeks tomorrow, and the third trimester begins at 28 weeks according to What to Expect - so I've got two weeks. How far I'll go beyond that? Who knows. It's up to my body, baby boy, the doctor and Mark.