Weeks 12 – 15. Hello Baby Pear.
The last few weeks have flown by. I guess there is one thing that helps time pass quickly, and that’s being busy. It’s been pretty full on, with two 10k races at Porthcawl and London 10k, more days in the classroom for the sports massage course, a full on weekend in London with the ASICS FrontRunner UK team, and of course general life and family madness. I’m caught between the passing weeks of pregnancy and baby growing, and the countdown of weeks until Chicago Marathon, but either way, they are both passing quickly.
On the whole, training has kicked back up again. The first trimester symptoms have pretty much vanished, it’s been a welcome break. Nausea sometimes pops it’s head in to say hello, and I’m still relying heavily on regular carbs to keep it at bay but it’s no longer constant. Just don’t let me get hungry. I think this could be applied in normal circumstances, let alone when I’m pregnant. The fatigue has improved, and energy levels are back! Although now instead of being in a general, fatigued filled haze I do find myself exhausted more often than not by the time the afternoon rolls around. But it’s a feel good tiredness from training and growing this little thing. Granny naps are definitely an essential. Not always manageable though. I have found the best time to run the last few weeks is a couple of hours after breakfast. This seems to be my best time energy wise, and the rumbling tummy backs off long enough to get the job done. If it’s not possible, snack life is a definite must prior to attempting exercise. Pee breaks on the other hand have been an absolute nightmare the last few weeks. My routes are mostly now planned around substantial bushes and trees. It’s a good job trails are my thang, and also a good job I have no qualms about alfresco peeing. Although I think the dog is slightly miffed that he has marking competition. Funnily enough it’s not so bad cross training. I’ve been loving hitting the trails on the bike, and have been including lots of bike miles to compensate for lower running miles.
I have completely switched off from worrying about my pace. The last two races have been my slowest since I starting running. Each run my pace is slowing, and even the smallest things make it that little bit harder. But right now it isn’t about speed, it isn’t the need to set PBs. It’s all about the number one priority, and remaining as fit and healthy as I can do to support that. If it doesn’t support that, then it simply doesn’t matter. I’m just enjoying being able to get out. Porthcawl was super hot, and a delayed start by 30 minutes meant a little nausea hit as we set off, just because I had completely mistimed eating something before hand. Still, it was such a fun race. I really felt the love from fellow runners during this one, particularly familiar Instagram faces, Many took their time to come over and say congratulations to Matt and I, but a particular shout out to Jayne (https://www.instagram.com/pinky_pants_/) who was an absolute diamond, keeping tabs on me, and giving encouragement as we slogged it round, still smashing her own race.
London was the same. Not in your face sunshine, but phewy it was muggy. An extra minute added on from Porthcawl, but this did include hug stops, laces stops, and taking my time to cool down through the mist stops. C’est la vie. I was also extremely tired from all day on my feet on the Saturday, doing the ASICS thing. So much fun, but completely topped me off. The heat is something I’m now trying to avoid. I’m not great at hot weather running as it is, but running avec bump, means I only have to feel a few degrees rise in temperature and I feel like I’m melting into a goey marshmallow.
One thing I have trialled this last week is run/walking my long run. I know I’m going to be huge for Chicago, I have always carried big with previous pregnancies so expect no different his time around. I’m already feeling uncomfortable at times as it is, I can really feel the extra weight. So I decided to try a 3/1 run/walk ratio, and was pleasantly surprised. 8.5 miles later, I felt much fresher, and to be honest, happier. I looked forward to taking those walk breaks and it all seemed much more manageable. Until Chicago it will just be a play around with run walking and seeing what fits best with me and bump. I see some women continue to run fast and a lot during their pregnancies, and I am nothing but in awe. But this isn’t happening for me right now. And that’s more than ok. Although, maybe a slight break in the constant needing/going for a pee cycle might help that a little.
So there we go. Pretty much pee chronicles for the last few weeks, but training is carrying on, we’re chipping away!