And the wagon has come to a screeching halt. I've got a sinus-y head cold that is exacerbated by the lack of sleep that comes with a newborn. Plus it is raining. So there will be no run today.
I started having running dreams again, like I did during my pregnancy with Sami. In them I'm running, I'm fast and light and euphoric. And then the baby cries and I wake up all tired and heavy and sick and lactating and it's some ridiculous hour of the night, and making that dream come true is just out of my reach.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Game on!
I could never believe those women who were at the gym days after giving birth, until now. I had the world's easiest birth, left the hospital the next day, and felt completely recovered almost immediately. Boy oh boy did I luck out! Even after Max's relatively easy birth it was more than a week before I wanted to walk farther than the distance from the nursing chair to the bassinet.
I've been taking long walks daily since Sami was 2 or 3 days old, and today finally found time to hit the gym! Nothing hardcore - I walked there and back from my parents' place, which is maybe a mile total, and then lifted some weights and stretched. It felt great to be able to move and twist and bend again, though I'll admit that the emotional anguish of squeezing my postpartum belly into my workout gear more than made up for any lack of physical pain. I feel good, but I am definitely still recovering - I still have the feeling like my pelvis isn't connected all the way around, and I can practically feel my ligaments trying to knit themselves back together. Add in the ten extra pounds I'm still carrying, and general loss of muscle tone and I still have a really long way to go. But I am on track for the New Year's Day 5K, even though I'll probably walk all or most of it. I love having a goal again!
I've been taking long walks daily since Sami was 2 or 3 days old, and today finally found time to hit the gym! Nothing hardcore - I walked there and back from my parents' place, which is maybe a mile total, and then lifted some weights and stretched. It felt great to be able to move and twist and bend again, though I'll admit that the emotional anguish of squeezing my postpartum belly into my workout gear more than made up for any lack of physical pain. I feel good, but I am definitely still recovering - I still have the feeling like my pelvis isn't connected all the way around, and I can practically feel my ligaments trying to knit themselves back together. Add in the ten extra pounds I'm still carrying, and general loss of muscle tone and I still have a really long way to go. But I am on track for the New Year's Day 5K, even though I'll probably walk all or most of it. I love having a goal again!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Baby Sister is here!
She's here!
Sami was born Thursday, after a very short labor - if I could run a marathon that fast, I'd be a Boston qualifier. I feel great, and am looking forward to the New Year's Day 5K in several weeks.
Sami was born Thursday, after a very short labor - if I could run a marathon that fast, I'd be a Boston qualifier. I feel great, and am looking forward to the New Year's Day 5K in several weeks.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Vote!!
Taking a break from my blogging break to remind you to VOTE tomorrow!!! Don't you want to be able to complain for the next four years?
Quick update on me - I am still hitting the pool a few times per week, though the ratio of actual swimming to stretching in the warm water pool is getting smaller and smaller. I can't wait to welcome the new baby soon! Having to really slow down over the past few weeks has been very tough, physically and mentally, and I am looking forward to not being pregnant any more. I am hoping the new baby enjoys her time in the jogger as much as Max has, and the BOB double is assembled in the garage and ready to roll as soon as I'm feeling up to it. (Fear not all you safety minded folks, I will follow all pediatrician and manufacturer recommendations about minimum age prior to running with Baby Sister in the stroller.) My goal is to, at the very least, walk the New Year's Day 5K. That gives me exactly 6 weeks, so cross your fingers and send all the easy birthing vibes you can manage.
One final note, fellow marathoning mama (and actual fast runner) The Marathon Mama is putting out a call for participants in her new book on her blog. If you're a mom who runs, head on over for all the deets.
Quick update on me - I am still hitting the pool a few times per week, though the ratio of actual swimming to stretching in the warm water pool is getting smaller and smaller. I can't wait to welcome the new baby soon! Having to really slow down over the past few weeks has been very tough, physically and mentally, and I am looking forward to not being pregnant any more. I am hoping the new baby enjoys her time in the jogger as much as Max has, and the BOB double is assembled in the garage and ready to roll as soon as I'm feeling up to it. (Fear not all you safety minded folks, I will follow all pediatrician and manufacturer recommendations about minimum age prior to running with Baby Sister in the stroller.) My goal is to, at the very least, walk the New Year's Day 5K. That gives me exactly 6 weeks, so cross your fingers and send all the easy birthing vibes you can manage.
One final note, fellow marathoning mama (and actual fast runner) The Marathon Mama is putting out a call for participants in her new book on her blog. If you're a mom who runs, head on over for all the deets.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Hiatus
Well, dear readers, I am going on hiatus for the remainder of my pregnancy. I've had precious little to blog about in the way of fitness lately. My current routine consists of a few good walks per week, cleaning the house (since we got rid of the cleaning lady to save a little money), nesting, and a couple of swims per week that involve 20-30 min of my getting lapped by every little old lady in the pool, and then 20 min of stretching and soaking in the warm water pool. Heaven.
Anyway, I'm due in about 7 weeks, so I'm going to assuage my conscience and bid you all farewell until after the (still-unnamed) baby girl arrives. Please send easy labor vibes my way - I had it so good with Max that I am terrified of having a difficult labor and birth this time. I would LOVE to at least walk the New Year's Day 5K this year, but as it's only 6 weeks after when I expect to deliver, a C-section or complicated delivery would pretty much rule it out.
I'll be sure to post when Baby Sister arrives, and after the first of next year, I'll start my journey to becoming Mama Marathon x2.
Good luck to you all in your fall races!
Anyway, I'm due in about 7 weeks, so I'm going to assuage my conscience and bid you all farewell until after the (still-unnamed) baby girl arrives. Please send easy labor vibes my way - I had it so good with Max that I am terrified of having a difficult labor and birth this time. I would LOVE to at least walk the New Year's Day 5K this year, but as it's only 6 weeks after when I expect to deliver, a C-section or complicated delivery would pretty much rule it out.
I'll be sure to post when Baby Sister arrives, and after the first of next year, I'll start my journey to becoming Mama Marathon x2.
Good luck to you all in your fall races!
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Swimmin'
I'm getting all those fun 3rd trimester aches and pains. The sciatica has mercifully abated somewhat, but my joints, especially my hips, and my back and shoulders hurt. I've only gained 15 lbs, but I feel like I've doubled my body weight. And yesterday I woke up lightheaded and lethargic.
The Supportive Husband was off yesterday, so I took the opportunity to go to the gym while Max was napping. After a big bowl of cereal and a LOT of water, I no longer felt lightheaded, but I didn't want to push it. I intended to just float around in the pool for a little while, but once I got in I felt so good that I swam laps for about 30 min. I even did 25 of butterfly, just to prove to myself that I still can. Of course, it took me two tries to hoist myself out of the pool afterward, but otherwise I felt like a million bucks. I spent another 20-30 min stretching in the warm water pool which was positively delightful.
The Supportive Husband was off yesterday, so I took the opportunity to go to the gym while Max was napping. After a big bowl of cereal and a LOT of water, I no longer felt lightheaded, but I didn't want to push it. I intended to just float around in the pool for a little while, but once I got in I felt so good that I swam laps for about 30 min. I even did 25 of butterfly, just to prove to myself that I still can. Of course, it took me two tries to hoist myself out of the pool afterward, but otherwise I felt like a million bucks. I spent another 20-30 min stretching in the warm water pool which was positively delightful.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Race Report: Four Miles
The Four Miler has come and gone again. I walked my way through the race at a respectable (I think, for being 27+ weeks pregnant) 16:09/mi. My target was about 16:00, so I'm pretty happy. As usual, the course was crowded with amateurs walking three and four abreast, making passing difficult. And yes, gentle readers, this Mama was indeed passing people the entire race, despite having lined up in the 14:00 pace group.
Nearly every mile was exactly 16:09, and I'm pretty impressed w/myself for keeping such a steady pace despite the heat and the hills. I saw no less than 5 ambulances dispatched out onto the course to pick up runners who had succumbed to one or the other.
I saw several other preggos walking and running the race. Hats off to you, running pregnant people! I even saw one very brave woman carrying her newborn in a sling. Some of the spectators had apparently never heard of pregnant people staying fit and not only did I hear several comments of "Look at that pregnant lady," but one random woman even asked to take my picture. Specifically, a side view of my belly. Ummmmm, okay, thank you ever so much for making me feel like the bearded lady at a carnival.
Feeling like the bearded lady is actually quite a bit better than feeling like Violet Beauregard post-chewing gum and pre-squeezing, which is how I felt after bolting from the four miler to go roast in the heat as our home team got trounced in football. I had quite the waddle going by bedtime last night. A warm bath and a good night's sleep has mostly cured it, though today's physical state is best described as "creaky."
Nearly every mile was exactly 16:09, and I'm pretty impressed w/myself for keeping such a steady pace despite the heat and the hills. I saw no less than 5 ambulances dispatched out onto the course to pick up runners who had succumbed to one or the other.
I saw several other preggos walking and running the race. Hats off to you, running pregnant people! I even saw one very brave woman carrying her newborn in a sling. Some of the spectators had apparently never heard of pregnant people staying fit and not only did I hear several comments of "Look at that pregnant lady," but one random woman even asked to take my picture. Specifically, a side view of my belly. Ummmmm, okay, thank you ever so much for making me feel like the bearded lady at a carnival.
Feeling like the bearded lady is actually quite a bit better than feeling like Violet Beauregard post-chewing gum and pre-squeezing, which is how I felt after bolting from the four miler to go roast in the heat as our home team got trounced in football. I had quite the waddle going by bedtime last night. A warm bath and a good night's sleep has mostly cured it, though today's physical state is best described as "creaky."
Saturday, August 16, 2008
4 miles and a lot of heavy lifting
As much as I enjoy walking with the new friends I've made at the w4mtp, I am delighted that there is only one week of training left before the race. All that loud music is making me crazy. I almost left this morning, because the marathon/half-marathon training group was at the track this morning when we arrived. I can't tell you how jealous I was of them as they finished their speedwork on the track. Running is seriously impossible for me right now, let alone running hard. Even if I don't plan on doing a marathon next year (not terribly likely - I already know exactly how hard it is to do with a nursing infant!), I will probably still sign up for the program, just so I can go and pound out a quick 8 on Ridge with the group, or show up for speedwork. I just miss it so much, especially when the weather is cool and clear and perfect.
After the walk, I came home to discover Max in nothing but his Mater underpants, still picking at breakfast, and playing the harmonica. Boys will be boys! The whole fam headed to the pool and we all wore ourselves out. Max of course wanted to jump off the side of the pool about eleventy thousand times, and I obliged and mentally crossed off the need to go lift for the next couple of days. And after watching Curious George do it, he decided he likes to "float" on his back. The water on his head makes him laugh, and he'll kick his feet like he's really swimming. A backstroker, maybe?
Women's marathon is on the Olympics tonight - w00t!
Oh, and if you want to donate money to the UVA Cancer Center Breast Care program to show your support for the cause, for me, and for all the women who have worked so hard to make it to the race this year, please visit https://www.dominiondigital.com/Womens4Miler/donate_step1.asp . If you know me, feel free to sponsor me - just click the appropriate radio button, and then find my name in the list. If you don't actually know me IRL, you can still donate!! No pressure, it's not like we're trying to raise $300,000 or anything. And it's not like I'll be in my third trimester doing the whole four miles on race day while you're at home surfing the web. ;)
After the walk, I came home to discover Max in nothing but his Mater underpants, still picking at breakfast, and playing the harmonica. Boys will be boys! The whole fam headed to the pool and we all wore ourselves out. Max of course wanted to jump off the side of the pool about eleventy thousand times, and I obliged and mentally crossed off the need to go lift for the next couple of days. And after watching Curious George do it, he decided he likes to "float" on his back. The water on his head makes him laugh, and he'll kick his feet like he's really swimming. A backstroker, maybe?
Women's marathon is on the Olympics tonight - w00t!
Oh, and if you want to donate money to the UVA Cancer Center Breast Care program to show your support for the cause, for me, and for all the women who have worked so hard to make it to the race this year, please visit https://www.dominiondigital.com/Womens4Miler/donate_step1.asp . If you know me, feel free to sponsor me - just click the appropriate radio button, and then find my name in the list. If you don't actually know me IRL, you can still donate!! No pressure, it's not like we're trying to raise $300,000 or anything. And it's not like I'll be in my third trimester doing the whole four miles on race day while you're at home surfing the web. ;)
Monday, August 11, 2008
Crabby injured pregnant lady
I've reached that point where suddenly my *whole* body is pregnant.
I missed Saturday's training (waaaaaaah) because of sciatica (also waaaaaaaah). Sciatica is when you are walking normally, striding confidently, and then suddenly a fierce shooting pain rips from buttock to foot and you have no choice but to stop in your tracks and grab on to something while blinking back tears. I had this when I was pregnant with Max, and was hoping it would hold off a little longer.
I took the day off Saturday, as much as one can take the day off when a 2.5 year old is involved. I did get to spend some time in the pool on Sunday; between that and scrubbing cat poo off the floor of the basement, my sciatica seems to be much improved this week.
I was just getting over my cat poo and sciatica-induced meltdown when I injured myself again. It is an actual true fact that women's brains shrink during pregnancy. Also true is that your joints loosen up, and your center of gravity changes. Combine all those with the nesting instinct and it is a recipe for disaster.
Last week I suddenly felt the need to clean the HVAC return located above our coat closet. In the process of moving the stepstool so that I could reach it, I stumbled, dropped the stool, and rammed my gluteus into the sharp corner of the kitchen counter. And tonight after work I decided to whip up a pork tenderloin with peach glaze. When it was done, I pulled it out of the oven with my left hand (wearing an oven mitt) and then pulled the meat thermometer out of it with my right hand (not wearing an oven mitt). Yeeeeowch! I am now sporting Star Wars bandaids on my index and middle fingers. The pork was delicious, by the way.
Anyway, what does all this have to do with fitness? Honestly, I can't say. Other than that as my whole self becomes pregnant, I know that staying motivated is more of a struggle. So is staying safe. Wish me luck, Interwebs!
I missed Saturday's training (waaaaaaah) because of sciatica (also waaaaaaaah). Sciatica is when you are walking normally, striding confidently, and then suddenly a fierce shooting pain rips from buttock to foot and you have no choice but to stop in your tracks and grab on to something while blinking back tears. I had this when I was pregnant with Max, and was hoping it would hold off a little longer.
I took the day off Saturday, as much as one can take the day off when a 2.5 year old is involved. I did get to spend some time in the pool on Sunday; between that and scrubbing cat poo off the floor of the basement, my sciatica seems to be much improved this week.
I was just getting over my cat poo and sciatica-induced meltdown when I injured myself again. It is an actual true fact that women's brains shrink during pregnancy. Also true is that your joints loosen up, and your center of gravity changes. Combine all those with the nesting instinct and it is a recipe for disaster.
Last week I suddenly felt the need to clean the HVAC return located above our coat closet. In the process of moving the stepstool so that I could reach it, I stumbled, dropped the stool, and rammed my gluteus into the sharp corner of the kitchen counter. And tonight after work I decided to whip up a pork tenderloin with peach glaze. When it was done, I pulled it out of the oven with my left hand (wearing an oven mitt) and then pulled the meat thermometer out of it with my right hand (not wearing an oven mitt). Yeeeeowch! I am now sporting Star Wars bandaids on my index and middle fingers. The pork was delicious, by the way.
Anyway, what does all this have to do with fitness? Honestly, I can't say. Other than that as my whole self becomes pregnant, I know that staying motivated is more of a struggle. So is staying safe. Wish me luck, Interwebs!
Sunday, August 03, 2008
eating, drinking, and exercising for two
The past couple of weeks have been scorching hot. Yesterday morning I volunteered to stay behind on the track, as I had to leave a little bit early. I walked about 2 miles, instead of the 3 on the program, knowing that I had a hot and active day ahead.
I raced home so that the Supportive Husband, Max, and I could go to the County Fair. Max is actually the kid on the cover of the program, so despite the heat, we felt pretty obligated to go. For a little while after we arrived, it was quite pleasant - a little overcast, and hot, but not blazing hot, like it usually is. But then the clouds broke, and suddenly it was like being underneath a french fry light.
Being pregnant has completely negated my ability to cope with the heat, so I quickly scurried for shade and cold water while Max and his dad checked out the tractors and got a plastic firefighter's hat. We literally had to drag Max back to the car kicking and screaming.
Despite my active morning, I felt okay. Kind of. Then I took a nap, and did NOT feel okay anymore. I thought it was hard to stay hydrated when I was running and nursing, but being pregnant in August is a whole other ballgame!
I woke up this morning shaky and still dehydrated. I wolfed down a big bowl of cereal, some peanut butter, and a couple of glasses of water. I ate the rest of Max's breakfast. Feeling a little more human, we all headed out to Target and the grocery store. I got the shakes baaaaaad in the grocery store, and inhaled a candy bar. Finally after lunch and another several glasses of water, I started feeling better.
We found some steaks on sale at the grocery store, and after a dinner of steak, potatoes, sweet corn, and salad, I am finally feeling human again. And for my workout tomorrow, I am planning on a lazy swim in the indoor pool. Baby girl needs rest, central ac, and red meat!
I raced home so that the Supportive Husband, Max, and I could go to the County Fair. Max is actually the kid on the cover of the program, so despite the heat, we felt pretty obligated to go. For a little while after we arrived, it was quite pleasant - a little overcast, and hot, but not blazing hot, like it usually is. But then the clouds broke, and suddenly it was like being underneath a french fry light.
Being pregnant has completely negated my ability to cope with the heat, so I quickly scurried for shade and cold water while Max and his dad checked out the tractors and got a plastic firefighter's hat. We literally had to drag Max back to the car kicking and screaming.
Despite my active morning, I felt okay. Kind of. Then I took a nap, and did NOT feel okay anymore. I thought it was hard to stay hydrated when I was running and nursing, but being pregnant in August is a whole other ballgame!
I woke up this morning shaky and still dehydrated. I wolfed down a big bowl of cereal, some peanut butter, and a couple of glasses of water. I ate the rest of Max's breakfast. Feeling a little more human, we all headed out to Target and the grocery store. I got the shakes baaaaaad in the grocery store, and inhaled a candy bar. Finally after lunch and another several glasses of water, I started feeling better.
We found some steaks on sale at the grocery store, and after a dinner of steak, potatoes, sweet corn, and salad, I am finally feeling human again. And for my workout tomorrow, I am planning on a lazy swim in the indoor pool. Baby girl needs rest, central ac, and red meat!
Monday, July 21, 2008
more than halfway
I'm more than halfway done with this pregnancy, and the W4MTP is more than halfway done as well!
W4MTP update:
As much as I am trying to just go with the zaniness and rah-rah of being a Pink Lady, I still haaaaaaaate hearing the loud music blasting when I step out of my car. Part of what I love about running is getting up early and being surrounded by quiet. No traffic, no people noise, just the birds and the trees, and the sound of feet.
Luckily, Saturday was the first day for the walkers and novices to get off the track and head out onto the road. A call for Pink Ladies to volunteer to stay behind at the track was put out, and I flagrantly shirked answering it. No WAY was I going to spend one more day getting my eardrums blasted while walking in circles. Not that it was so quiet out on the road - it was already 8:15am, plus there are how many hundred women doing this program, but at least the noise was a little more ambient and a little less amplified.
I ended up having the best walk, with a great new buddy. She's a former marathoner/triathlete who is in need of a knee replacement, and had second thoughts about whether or not to even come on Saturday since it meant walking. We had the best conversations, and the 2.5 miles flew by.
And if that weren't enough, who should stop by on her way back to Durham but, (drumroll please) IRONMO!!! Woot! We had a great time catching up, and Max showed off all his trucks.
Preggo update:
I ran as a young crazy person, but didn't really get bitten by it until I started marathon training. I always joked that I never liked it, I was just addicted. But the funny thing is that now that I've stopped running (I am losing sight of my feet, my joints are all loosey goosey, I'm klutzier than usual, and hauling around 10 extra pounds), I really miss it! I have dreams at night about running, and for just a moment when I wake up I'm calm and happy, and then I remember that my last run was over a week ago, and I was heavy, slow, and winded the whole time. For my lunchtime workout today, I elected to go swimming.
W4MTP update:
As much as I am trying to just go with the zaniness and rah-rah of being a Pink Lady, I still haaaaaaaate hearing the loud music blasting when I step out of my car. Part of what I love about running is getting up early and being surrounded by quiet. No traffic, no people noise, just the birds and the trees, and the sound of feet.
Luckily, Saturday was the first day for the walkers and novices to get off the track and head out onto the road. A call for Pink Ladies to volunteer to stay behind at the track was put out, and I flagrantly shirked answering it. No WAY was I going to spend one more day getting my eardrums blasted while walking in circles. Not that it was so quiet out on the road - it was already 8:15am, plus there are how many hundred women doing this program, but at least the noise was a little more ambient and a little less amplified.
I ended up having the best walk, with a great new buddy. She's a former marathoner/triathlete who is in need of a knee replacement, and had second thoughts about whether or not to even come on Saturday since it meant walking. We had the best conversations, and the 2.5 miles flew by.
And if that weren't enough, who should stop by on her way back to Durham but, (drumroll please) IRONMO!!! Woot! We had a great time catching up, and Max showed off all his trucks.
Preggo update:
I ran as a young crazy person, but didn't really get bitten by it until I started marathon training. I always joked that I never liked it, I was just addicted. But the funny thing is that now that I've stopped running (I am losing sight of my feet, my joints are all loosey goosey, I'm klutzier than usual, and hauling around 10 extra pounds), I really miss it! I have dreams at night about running, and for just a moment when I wake up I'm calm and happy, and then I remember that my last run was over a week ago, and I was heavy, slow, and winded the whole time. For my lunchtime workout today, I elected to go swimming.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
What I did on my summer vacation...
That mythical second trimester burst of energy has kicked into high gear. I never really had it with my other two pregnancies, so it's been quite a pleasant surprise. And good timing, too!
So many delicious local fruits are in full season, that it has seemed a shame to waste a Saturday morning by going to sweat it out at the track. So instead, I've been hitting the City Market and my neighbors, Chiles Peach Orchard, for the best of what the season has to offer. Today I pitted a quart of the season's last (and sweetest!) cherries, and combined them with peaches to make a cobbler. I bought a whole peck of peaches and made not only the cobbler, but also a boatload of freezer preserves. About 40 oz. each of peach/blueberry (looks so gross, tastes so good), peach/strawberry, and just plain peach. Add that to my dwindling stash of strawberry freezer jam, and we might actually make it through fall without having to resort to the brownish slop that is store-bought jam.
Oh, and staying fit? Well, I've taken the past two Saturdays off from being a Pink Lady (last Saturday was actually cancelled due to thunderstorms). But I haven't been just sitting around eating jam. There's been lots of swimming, fishing, zoo-going, and parade-watching. Not to mention our usual walks around the neighborhood. Oh, and several hours on my feet this afternoon making jam, cobbler, and meatloaf.
Getting up early on a Saturday and going to the track may be good for the body, but making comfort food is good for the soul.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
hot hot hot
Summer has fully descended on us here. Highs are in the 90's and the humidity is stifling. I had committed to being a Pink Lady at the Wednesday evening rookie run, but I'm rethinking that. It is TOO HOT. I was born and raised here, and spent a few years living in Florida, so I'm not stranger to the 3 H's (hazy, hot, and humid), but with the extra metabolism I'm supporting, I just can't take it.
Even this morning was pretty warm. Starting a run after 8 is really pushing it this time of year. I had volunteered to lead the charge handing out shoe tags after the run today, so I arrived a little early to squeeze in my own solitary lap or two around the track. Thank goodness! I actually ran an entire lap, thankyouvery much, but I was definitely feeling heavy, slow, and a little klutzy. It felt great to move, but I'm not sure how much longer it will really be practical for me to run. I walked with my walkers for 4 of their 6 laps, then took my post at the gate to bid everyone farewell.
Even this morning was pretty warm. Starting a run after 8 is really pushing it this time of year. I had volunteered to lead the charge handing out shoe tags after the run today, so I arrived a little early to squeeze in my own solitary lap or two around the track. Thank goodness! I actually ran an entire lap, thankyouvery much, but I was definitely feeling heavy, slow, and a little klutzy. It felt great to move, but I'm not sure how much longer it will really be practical for me to run. I walked with my walkers for 4 of their 6 laps, then took my post at the gate to bid everyone farewell.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
another pink saturday
Another Saturday with the Pink Ladies! I missed the Wednesday rookie run as Max had given me a nice case of Coxsackie virus this week. I felt like I worked out though - I was shivering so hard from the chills that my muscles were stiff and sore yesterday. I was a little unsure about going to the track this morning, and contemplated sleeping in, but figured that a little fresh air would do me good and that a few laps around the track wouldn't be the end of me.
Much to my horror, the Pink Ladies continue their peppy introductions every week, not just for opening day. Crap. I don't think my visor can go down any lower. But once the running and walking got started, my morning improved substantially. Most of the walkers in the back of the pack seemed to be paired up, so I speed-walked ahead till I found a lonely soul who was happy to have company. And after the run, I actually had a blast handing out car magnets to the participants. I saw so many people I knew, a lot of whom didn't know I was pregnant again. I stayed much longer than I planned.
I had always used running as a way to gain a little solitude, to be among like-minded folks while not having the pressure to interact. But the social aspect is rubbing off on me just a little bit. Honestly, it's kind of all I have right now, so I'd better learn to love it.
I still think the music is too loud, and the track too crowded, but I'm willing to cope with that.
Damn you, Pink Ladies, quit making me like this!!
Much to my horror, the Pink Ladies continue their peppy introductions every week, not just for opening day. Crap. I don't think my visor can go down any lower. But once the running and walking got started, my morning improved substantially. Most of the walkers in the back of the pack seemed to be paired up, so I speed-walked ahead till I found a lonely soul who was happy to have company. And after the run, I actually had a blast handing out car magnets to the participants. I saw so many people I knew, a lot of whom didn't know I was pregnant again. I stayed much longer than I planned.
I had always used running as a way to gain a little solitude, to be among like-minded folks while not having the pressure to interact. But the social aspect is rubbing off on me just a little bit. Honestly, it's kind of all I have right now, so I'd better learn to love it.
I still think the music is too loud, and the track too crowded, but I'm willing to cope with that.
Damn you, Pink Ladies, quit making me like this!!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
enjoy the journey
Opening day was a success. There were about 80 kajillion women there. It was hot, but not as hot as it has been lately.
Team Miscellaneous began arriving at 6am to find the track locked. Fortunately, someone from facilities came along lickety-split to unlock it. Coach Mark was having a speed workout while we started to set up, and it made me a little sad to be attaching paper flowers to the fence instead of pushing hard doing Yasso 800's. Cynthia Lorenzoni was leading the pack of women, and it was something else to watch her run. Even in her 40's after 4 kids, she still looks awesome. She also happens to be the race director for the 4 Miler and the co-founder, and many women here (myself included) owe her a big debt of gratitude for not-so-gently encouraging us to add "athlete" to our resumes.
So, 1 box of sidewalk chalk, 1 balloon arch, about 100 tissue paper flowers, a flock of flamingos, several tables, 1 hearse with pink flames, and some organized chaos later, hordes of women started arriving. Hordes. I knew a few folks that were coming, and sort of expected that I might see a few of them. I saw none. I did run into a few people that I had no idea were coming, and that was a pleasant surprise.
The big show kicked off a little late, and much to my horror the pink ladies had to run onto the track with a lot of fanfare, and then we were supposed to kind of dance around. I stood and clapped, and tried not to die of embarrassment. It's no accident that I went to a college with no sororities and buried myself in my studies.
Pep talks by various folks (including Joan wearing Depends and a giant pink bra) followed, and then we started out on our workout for the day. For the walkers, it was once around for a warmup, two laps, and then one more cooldown lap, for a total of a mile. I can say that while I really enjoy supporting women who, for the most part, are new to exercising, it did break my heart just a little to finally be on the track, and to be walking. Oh, I wanted to do an all-out 400 just to see how it would feel. But I stayed back with the walkers, though I do admit to jogging one straightaway with the beginners.
Once finished, the horde headed for the infield for guided stretching. Us Pink Ladies are supposed to set a good example and stretch. True confession time - I only stretch directly after a run if I feel tight. After a one-mile lope, not so much. I would usually save that for my regular bedtime stretch. But ever the follower of rules, I did it, dispensing stretching wisdom ("oh, just google IT band stretch") along the way.
I stayed a bit to help clean up, and managed to pilfer a balloon for Max, who was absolutely delighted.
I'm pooped from being on my feet for 3 hours, and getting up at 5:15, but I had a fantastic time this morning, and hope that I do a great job with the walkers as the season progresses.
Now the obligatory plug - if you couldn't make it today, you can still come! Registration is open every Saturday - just show up at 7:45 at the track. Be sure to register ASAP for the race, though. Registration is usually full by the 4th of July.
Team Miscellaneous began arriving at 6am to find the track locked. Fortunately, someone from facilities came along lickety-split to unlock it. Coach Mark was having a speed workout while we started to set up, and it made me a little sad to be attaching paper flowers to the fence instead of pushing hard doing Yasso 800's. Cynthia Lorenzoni was leading the pack of women, and it was something else to watch her run. Even in her 40's after 4 kids, she still looks awesome. She also happens to be the race director for the 4 Miler and the co-founder, and many women here (myself included) owe her a big debt of gratitude for not-so-gently encouraging us to add "athlete" to our resumes.
So, 1 box of sidewalk chalk, 1 balloon arch, about 100 tissue paper flowers, a flock of flamingos, several tables, 1 hearse with pink flames, and some organized chaos later, hordes of women started arriving. Hordes. I knew a few folks that were coming, and sort of expected that I might see a few of them. I saw none. I did run into a few people that I had no idea were coming, and that was a pleasant surprise.
The big show kicked off a little late, and much to my horror the pink ladies had to run onto the track with a lot of fanfare, and then we were supposed to kind of dance around. I stood and clapped, and tried not to die of embarrassment. It's no accident that I went to a college with no sororities and buried myself in my studies.
Pep talks by various folks (including Joan wearing Depends and a giant pink bra) followed, and then we started out on our workout for the day. For the walkers, it was once around for a warmup, two laps, and then one more cooldown lap, for a total of a mile. I can say that while I really enjoy supporting women who, for the most part, are new to exercising, it did break my heart just a little to finally be on the track, and to be walking. Oh, I wanted to do an all-out 400 just to see how it would feel. But I stayed back with the walkers, though I do admit to jogging one straightaway with the beginners.
Once finished, the horde headed for the infield for guided stretching. Us Pink Ladies are supposed to set a good example and stretch. True confession time - I only stretch directly after a run if I feel tight. After a one-mile lope, not so much. I would usually save that for my regular bedtime stretch. But ever the follower of rules, I did it, dispensing stretching wisdom ("oh, just google IT band stretch") along the way.
I stayed a bit to help clean up, and managed to pilfer a balloon for Max, who was absolutely delighted.
I'm pooped from being on my feet for 3 hours, and getting up at 5:15, but I had a fantastic time this morning, and hope that I do a great job with the walkers as the season progresses.
Now the obligatory plug - if you couldn't make it today, you can still come! Registration is open every Saturday - just show up at 7:45 at the track. Be sure to register ASAP for the race, though. Registration is usually full by the 4th of July.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Opening day tomorrow!
Drink your water, and get in bed right now, ladies, because tomorrow is opening day of the W4MTP!! Hijinks kick off at 7:45am at the track, but yours truly will be there way, way, way earlier decorating the track. In case you were wondering, thinking up ways to decorate a track is like thinking up ways to decorate air. Creativity is seriously hampered by lack of decoratable surfaces. But Team Miscellaneous will be doing our best to make you sick from all the pink.
As an act of rebellion, my mandatory hat isn't pink. Oh, the horror.
And my swimsuit arrived - it's every bit as funereal as I had imagined. Why do swimsuit designers think that all maternity suits should be cut with an overly modest leg hole? It makes my butt look big and my legs look stumpy. I'm a hot mama, let me show some skin!!
Enough blogging for the night - it's high time I got to bed. See you at the track!!
As an act of rebellion, my mandatory hat isn't pink. Oh, the horror.
And my swimsuit arrived - it's every bit as funereal as I had imagined. Why do swimsuit designers think that all maternity suits should be cut with an overly modest leg hole? It makes my butt look big and my legs look stumpy. I'm a hot mama, let me show some skin!!
Enough blogging for the night - it's high time I got to bed. See you at the track!!
Monday, June 09, 2008
back in the pool!
With temps nearing 100, I decided it was time to get the maternity lap suit out of storage and go for a swim. I love(d) this suit. It's a lovely shade of turquoise. I was actually happy to put it on this afternoon. I get my non-pregnant speedos a size smaller than I really am, because I like the compression, so I wasn't surprised when I thought the maternity suit felt a little loose. Plus, I'm not really that big yet.
But when I hit the water, I realized my error. My two previous pregnancies, both of which had me in the (chlorinated) pool at least twice a week, along with long periods of storage in the past four years, had rendered any and all elastic properties of the suit completely nil. This suit is completely shot, and I'm sure a little pornographic once I got out of the water. Clingy and baggy - what a combo! Good thing I remembered my big bath towel, and wasn't trying to make do with the hankies the gym provides.
Alas, the manufacturer is now out of the business of making maternity, so I scoured the internet for another reasonably priced maternity one-piece. This, apparently, is a tall order. Want a bikini? No problem. A festive tankini? Got it. A tent with a skirt? Yep. Even a mod halter? Yours in a click. But a strictly business, plain, form-fitting tank suit? I feel like the only woman alive to ever swim laps while pregnant. I finally found the plainest, boringest suit at the Gap. And lucky for me, it (surprise) hasn't been very popular, and was half-price. But available only in dull (brown) or duller (black). I went with duller, as I am in mourning for my beautiful turquoise suit, that trusted friend, that is no more.
But when I hit the water, I realized my error. My two previous pregnancies, both of which had me in the (chlorinated) pool at least twice a week, along with long periods of storage in the past four years, had rendered any and all elastic properties of the suit completely nil. This suit is completely shot, and I'm sure a little pornographic once I got out of the water. Clingy and baggy - what a combo! Good thing I remembered my big bath towel, and wasn't trying to make do with the hankies the gym provides.
Alas, the manufacturer is now out of the business of making maternity, so I scoured the internet for another reasonably priced maternity one-piece. This, apparently, is a tall order. Want a bikini? No problem. A festive tankini? Got it. A tent with a skirt? Yep. Even a mod halter? Yours in a click. But a strictly business, plain, form-fitting tank suit? I feel like the only woman alive to ever swim laps while pregnant. I finally found the plainest, boringest suit at the Gap. And lucky for me, it (surprise) hasn't been very popular, and was half-price. But available only in dull (brown) or duller (black). I went with duller, as I am in mourning for my beautiful turquoise suit, that trusted friend, that is no more.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
one more thing
As if doing it just because it's there wasn't good enough, keep in mind that all proceeds and fundraising from the Women's 4 Miler goes to support breast cancer and research. Last year, over $200,000 was given to the UVA Breast Care Center. And if that's still not enough, remember that regular exercise can help reduce your chance of getting cancer.
Women's 4 Miler website
Women's 4 Miler website
Hot mama
My other pregnancies had me in the thick of the first trimester during the hottest months, so now that I'm finally feeling better and wanting to move around, what a shock to find that it's nearly 100 degrees today. And will be tomorrow. And the next day. What happened to spring? Welcome to Virginia, y'all!
Pink Lady prep is in full swing - we had our potluck on Thursday, and got our shirts, with our names embroidered on them. Not sure when I will wear a size L, very pink shirt with my name on it after the 4 miler is done, but hey, at least I don't have to pick out clothing to wear to training runs this summer!
I'm beginning to realize that most Pink Ladies are not as overcommitted as me. They can make all the meetings, and aren't rushing out early to relieve the babysitter. And they can meet, sans kids, at 6am in town twice a week for rookie runs. Right now I've noncommitally committed myself to once a week 6pm runs (actually, I'll be with the walkers), though (sorry Joan) I'll be surprised if I make half of them. For one, 6 pm means that the Supportive Husband has to be available to pick Max up from school, feed him dinner, and do all that parent stuff till after 7pm. Second, that means I miss out on precious time with my boy(s). I'm going full time at work starting next week, and I'm already in knots about that. And finally, if it's this hot, if I *am* exercising at 6pm, you'd better believe it's going to be in the gym. I am firm believer in starting runs prior to 9am this time of year here. At 6pm on a day like today, it's still in the high eighties, and I don't care to subject myself to that, pregnant or not. I was born and raised here, but I still can't take the heat and humidity.
But despite my whining about the heat, I am super excited for 4 Miler Training to begin next Saturday. Training starts at 7:45am at the track - you can register ahead of time, or come a few minutes early and register there. You can come to some or all of the sessions, and there will be PLENTY of Pink Ladies and volunteers to coach and support you on the way to the race. Be sure to register for the race on June 14 as well - it fills up fast. Still not sure you want to do it? Listen, if I can drag my pregnant butt out the door early on a Saturday morning and be in good enough shape to walk 4 miles by August 30, then you, dear reader, have no excuses. So come on out to the track on Saturdays! And look for me at training - I'll be the pregnant Pink Lady, whining about the heat and hogging the shade.
Pink Lady prep is in full swing - we had our potluck on Thursday, and got our shirts, with our names embroidered on them. Not sure when I will wear a size L, very pink shirt with my name on it after the 4 miler is done, but hey, at least I don't have to pick out clothing to wear to training runs this summer!
I'm beginning to realize that most Pink Ladies are not as overcommitted as me. They can make all the meetings, and aren't rushing out early to relieve the babysitter. And they can meet, sans kids, at 6am in town twice a week for rookie runs. Right now I've noncommitally committed myself to once a week 6pm runs (actually, I'll be with the walkers), though (sorry Joan) I'll be surprised if I make half of them. For one, 6 pm means that the Supportive Husband has to be available to pick Max up from school, feed him dinner, and do all that parent stuff till after 7pm. Second, that means I miss out on precious time with my boy(s). I'm going full time at work starting next week, and I'm already in knots about that. And finally, if it's this hot, if I *am* exercising at 6pm, you'd better believe it's going to be in the gym. I am firm believer in starting runs prior to 9am this time of year here. At 6pm on a day like today, it's still in the high eighties, and I don't care to subject myself to that, pregnant or not. I was born and raised here, but I still can't take the heat and humidity.
But despite my whining about the heat, I am super excited for 4 Miler Training to begin next Saturday. Training starts at 7:45am at the track - you can register ahead of time, or come a few minutes early and register there. You can come to some or all of the sessions, and there will be PLENTY of Pink Ladies and volunteers to coach and support you on the way to the race. Be sure to register for the race on June 14 as well - it fills up fast. Still not sure you want to do it? Listen, if I can drag my pregnant butt out the door early on a Saturday morning and be in good enough shape to walk 4 miles by August 30, then you, dear reader, have no excuses. So come on out to the track on Saturdays! And look for me at training - I'll be the pregnant Pink Lady, whining about the heat and hogging the shade.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
liar, liar, pants on fire
That would be me. Sorry dear Internets, but I have deceived you. It's true, I was having some foot issues just prior to the Ten Miler, but nothing awful enough to keep me from running it. The truth is I am expecting!
I know some of will now consider my lack of running, and ask if Mama has lost her gumption. We all hear stories about women who run right up until delivery. Isn't Mama one of those strong, powerful, fit women? Yes, but my main early pregnancy symptoms are shortness of breath (seriously, it's ridiculous, I get winded while *reading* for Pete's sake), fatigue, and nausea that does not respond well to jostling. I take those signs as my body's way of telling me to slow down. So I listen.
I'm still keeping fit, you can count on that. I'm hitting the gym regularly for weights and cardio, walking a few times per week, and though I'm too big for my Speedo and too small for my maternity suit, I do plan on adding swimming back into the mix soon. I was in incredible shape when Max was born, and I hope to be in just as good physical condition for this little one's arrival. Speaking of which, we expect him or her on Thanksgiving Day (and you can just swallow that Butterball joke right now, it is NOT funny).
So far, everything looks great, and as with my pregnancy with Max, we will have top-notch care and monitoring to put my mind at ease until this baby arrives safely. Please keep me in your thoughts as I progress through what is definitely my very last pregnancy (hooray!). Now that I'm able to spill the beans, I'll be posting more regularly about the challenges and triumphs of staying fit while being not only a mother, but also a mother to be.
I know some of will now consider my lack of running, and ask if Mama has lost her gumption. We all hear stories about women who run right up until delivery. Isn't Mama one of those strong, powerful, fit women? Yes, but my main early pregnancy symptoms are shortness of breath (seriously, it's ridiculous, I get winded while *reading* for Pete's sake), fatigue, and nausea that does not respond well to jostling. I take those signs as my body's way of telling me to slow down. So I listen.
I'm still keeping fit, you can count on that. I'm hitting the gym regularly for weights and cardio, walking a few times per week, and though I'm too big for my Speedo and too small for my maternity suit, I do plan on adding swimming back into the mix soon. I was in incredible shape when Max was born, and I hope to be in just as good physical condition for this little one's arrival. Speaking of which, we expect him or her on Thanksgiving Day (and you can just swallow that Butterball joke right now, it is NOT funny).
So far, everything looks great, and as with my pregnancy with Max, we will have top-notch care and monitoring to put my mind at ease until this baby arrives safely. Please keep me in your thoughts as I progress through what is definitely my very last pregnancy (hooray!). Now that I'm able to spill the beans, I'll be posting more regularly about the challenges and triumphs of staying fit while being not only a mother, but also a mother to be.
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