It is not the first 26 miles that do a number on you, it is the last 0.2 mile that kill you. Or something like that, right? A whopping 0.2 mile of pain and bliss. Whatever the saying is, it is TRUE.
If that is the case, I fear I just might keel over and die right here in the homestretch. Okay, that might be exaggerating a little, but seriously, I am *so* over this pregnancy thing. Not that I do not adore Baby Key or the fact that I have made this awesome little human being, but I am really, REALLY ready for him to be out here and not in there. Everyday that goes by, my body becomes more and more uncomfortable and less mobile…which a really difficult thing for me.
If our little man decides not to arrive of his own volition today, he will most definitely be making his grand entrance into the world tomorrow…courtesy of an order of induction. Awesome. This is not exactly how I had planned for things to go, but some of the best laid plans go awry, so I suppose it is out of my hands. What I certainly prefer nature to take its course and for things to start moving on their own, I also do not want to keep letting more and more time go by, letting him get bigger and bigger, and potentially putting him in distress. So, induction it is.
Like a lot.
I woke up at 2:30AM thinking about it.
Before my first 5k…I did not sleep. Nervous.
Before my first 10k…I did not sleep. Anxious.
Before my first half marathon…I did not sleep. Worried.
Before my first marathon…I did not sleep. Scared. To. Death.
Before my child enters the world…I know I will not sleep. All of them…rolled into one…times a billion.
How do women do it? How do MOMS do it? I have been spending the last few days reading some of my favorite sections of Run Like a Mother and I swear that running moms (and running dads) are super heroes. How will I ever hang among this elite group? How do they manage everything…seamlessly…all while making it look absolutely effortless?
I know this is rambling. My sincere apologies. I am truly a mixed bag of emotions today. While I am thrilled that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, just making it through the next 36 hours will take a level of will and determination that I have never had to muster…yet.
But, this is what my body was made to do. I just have to have faith in it. Just like with the marathon, I have “trained”…my body is ready…I just have to let it all go and switch into auto-pilot.
Tomorrow is going to be a BIG DAY! Fingers crossed!