I’m having some trouble blogging lately, if you haven’t noticed. It’s not so much lack of time, though there is that, but it’s more lack of content. When you’re working full-time and have a 3-month old, there’s not much else going on in life. Actually, that’s not entirely true – I have been doing the Couch to 10K program. I got a free app (called Zen Labs Couch to 10K) and started on Week 4.
(Don’t laugh at my headphones. I have yet to find ear buds that both fit in and don’t hurt my ears. Believe me, I’ve tried.)
So far, the longest periods of running have only been five minutes at a time. And as humbling as it is, that’s kind of hard. There’s a gym fairly close to my office and as long as I keep my workouts to a half hour or less, I can fit them in during my lunch break. Otherwise, I have to run outside when I get home from work. It’s not the outside part that bothers me, it’s the when I get home from work.
Before Alexander was born, I thought maybe I’d run a 5K in May. Umm, yeah, not going to happen when I think running five minutes straight is difficult. Plus, Alexander is too small and doesn’t have enough head control for a running stroller anyway.
When I started to work out again, I tried a bunch of different things – I did the Insanity workouts with my friend/neighbor Amanda for a little bit. I did the 30 Day Shred DVD once but ultimately, I came back to running and that’s what was easiest to stick with. It’s not really surprising when I think about it. Running has always been my preferred way to exercise. Even when I hate it, I still like it. Now if only I could run for more than five minutes at a time.
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For the past eight years or so, running has been a huge part of my life. I’ve run one full marathon, ten half-marathons and numerous other races of various distances. That’s not to say I’ve always loved it. It’s always been much more of a love/hate relationship, but a relationship nonetheless.
People ask me all the time, “Are you still running?” And I feel like I kind of always sheepishly answer no. I always wanted to be one of those runners who still runs even though she looks like she has a bowling ball under her shirt. But it wasn’t in the cards. Truth be told, I didn’t really run during my first trimester because I was scared. After going through a miscarriage last year (which had nothing to do with running, but whatever), I just didn’t want to risk anything that would be hard on my body.
And then in the second trimester, when I felt more comfortable mentally, it began to not feel so great physically. Well, the few times I even tried to run, that is. I didn’t really give it much effort. Speeds that I formerly felt were super slow felt like I was sprinting and I just didn’t feel right.
But it was this past weekend, when I did my slowest 5K ever, that I really came to the realization that I’m not going to be a runner during this pregnancy. I guess I kept thinking I would somehow pick it back up, even ever so slightly, at some point. The discomfort that I felt after that 5K is probably (according to a nurse) round ligament pain and if running is going to exacerbate it, I’m not even going to try. It’s not bad for the baby, but I don’t want to be in pain. It’s pain that I’m already getting from standing up from my chair too quickly. (Oddly enough, pretty much only at the office.)
It’s not that I really even miss running for running’s sake because sometimes I hate it, but I miss training for a fall race, embracing the cooler temperatures and feeling good after I up my mileage.
Maybe next fall, I’ll look like this again. Or maybe I won’t be such a dork anymore.
I guess there’s always the elliptical.
Yesterday morning, I did the Color Me Rad 5K with Tina, Lindsay, Lindsay’s sister Katy and their friend Maddy. The race was about 45 minutes away in Conyers, so Tina and I decided to drive there together. Fortunately, we were able to park right next to Lindsay and crew and even more fortunately, that parking spot was right by the exit.
We all wore white shirts so you could see the color best.
If you’re wondering what’s on my face, it’s a temporary tattoo that came with our race packets. Putting it on my face seemed like a good idea at the time, but getting it off after was not. Anyway.
The race went in heats and we’d signed up for the 8:10 one (though really you could go in whatever one you wanted.) They had a stage set up with some fun games and lots of pre-race color bombs being thrown. The color bombs were actually colored corn starch in plastic bags.
After getting significantly more colorful, we lined up and got ready for the 5K part of it.
The run actually turned out to be a trail run, with a couple of pretty steep hills, which I wasn’t really expecting.
This was definitely not the type of race that you do for time. In fact, there wasn’t even a time clock. So we walked some parts of it and ran others.
Every so often, there’d would be a color station where volunteers would throw more color on you.
I have no idea how long it took us to finish, but by the end, we looked like this:
(photo from Tina)
(photo from Lindsay)
Colored Rad indeed.