You remember how on Thanksgiving I was rather pleased with myself for running a nice little 8:05-average 5K? Well, that was the last time I saw 8:XXs.
Okay, a Claire Danes ugly crying GIF might be melodramatic because I did see this coming. I’m just surprised at how rapidly it came (DON’T EVEN.) Thursday: 8:00s, Friday: Boom, 9:40s. Oh my fuck.
What also took me by surprise is that I can ALREADY no longer run two days in a row without the second day sucking ass. And I think I pulled a muscle in my crotch.
It may have something to do with my impressive ability to put on weight. I’ve gained eight pounds already and almost none of it is the baby. I was kind of hoping not to gain 50+ pounds this pregnancy, but then I remembered how much I love to eat and I was like, fuck it. #fatmom #fatpregnancy
Here’s a summary of my downward spiral:
Week of 10/21: My last 40 mile week and my last double-workout day.
Week of 11/11: My last 30 mile week.
Week of 11/25: My last 20 mile week and the last time I ran outdoors.
Week of 12/2: First time since August that I’ve taken two full rest days in one week.
Week of 12/16: I ran two miles and needed a walk break.
Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Enough. You’ve been fucking pregnant before, you didn’t know this would happen?
I didn’t, though. I was not in what you would call great shape before my first pregnancy so my fitness and activity level plummeted immediately and that was expected. But this time around, I was running 40 or so miles a week and figured 20 might be manageable for the second trimester.
I’m relieved that I was at least able to keep it up through the first trimester because the nausea was much worse this time around and running was the only thing that helped. If I couldn’t run lots of miles AND felt like barfing all the time, I’d probably kill myself.
Anyway, last night I went for a swim.
I have been avoiding the pool because a) I am always cold, b) my skin is always dry and c) my workout swimsuit is beginning to look obscene. I managed to do 1000 yards without drowning but it was just as boring and ungratifying as I remember, and I will probably try to put off getting in the pool again for as long as I can.
Plus, we’re in the middle of a heat wave (but also torrential rain) and I have big plans to run outside today!