DISCLAIMER: While today’s post does have to do with running, it also has to do with baby bumpin’ and the not so joyous things that come along with it. So if you are a dude that doesn’t want to hear about all this stuff, feel free to change the channel…now.
Today, I’m just going to get real with it and rant a little. Please bear with me.
Everything about running is hard now. I’ve heard so many women that are able to run their entire pregnancies, and at 4 ½ months along, I feel like I should be able to be out there, running along as usual.
It is painfully hot outside. Do you see this? I mean, do you SEE this? 103-freaking-degrees?? And it’s not even full-on summer yet. **sigh**
Secondly, I swear that every 1 pound I am gaining feels like 10 pounds. I have never been this weight in my life and now I know why…because it is hard. I can feel it in my knees and in my ankles. Hell, I can feel it just getting myself off the couch. (And I know I am not by any means overweight or anything crazy like that, but I’m in a whole new decade now on the scale – a weight I’ve never seen before – and I’m having a hard time dealing with it.)
Lastly, my boobs are OUT.OF.CONTROL. I was not exactly flat as a board to start off with and being pregnant has only exacerbated my “condition.” I started out at a 34D and things have only gone downhill (uphill??) from there. They hurt. They are heavy. And they get in the way. Every sports bra is either too tight to where I can’t breathe or gives me blisters. (Oh yeah, just add THAT to the list. No, thank you.)
All these impediments make me not WANT to run. Yes, I said it. These days I just don’t feel like running. (Insert gasps and sounds of utter shock here. I know, right??)
In my head, I really, really want to. I really do. I want to be outside, sweating, and pushing myself until I nearly throw up. I know that sounds awful, but I love that feeling of pushing myself HARD. I love the next day when my legs are all sore and I can feel that the muscles in my core and back have been worked. Being pregnant, I just can’t do that. I just can’t push myself that far. I have worked REALLY hard over the last two years to get in (what I felt like) was pretty good shape and this was going to be my year. Alas, next year will be my year.
I am trying really, really hard to change my attitude and think more positively. I even started a run streak for National Running Day to help keep me motivated. In two days, I’ve only managed to go 4.25 miles. IN TWO DAYS. Ugh. These days, I feel like I almost need to line up a running buddy for everyday of the week, just to keep me going.
And, on another note, when I got pregnant, most of the women I know where like, “Oh, you’re going to LOVE being pregnant!” or “I wish I was still pregnant! I miss it!” Hello? Are these women smoking crack? Right now, there is nothing that I am “loving” about being pregnant. Does that make me a bad momma-to-be? I hope not, because I am just being honest. Don’t get me wrong, I would not give our little Nugget back for all the gold in the whole wide world, but I’m just not taking to all these “womanly changes” that come along with him/her. Heartburn? Constant runny nose? Swollen EVERYTHING? Uh uh, you can have it.
I’m sorry I’m being all complain-y today. Its just one of those days.
Any advice on getting out of my funk from you other baby bumpin’ running mamas-to-be or from moms who have been there?