This past Saturday marked the 35 week mark in this pregnancy. 35 days till my official due date. The date is subjective and I don’t take much stock in it, but nevertheless it gives me a concrete date to count from.
My due date is like knowing that Marine Corps Marathon is on 10/31/10 only it could randomly change at a moments notice and come sooner or later.
At this point in the pregnancy sleep has become invaluable. At about the time that my daughter started attending full day school, my son decided to stop napping. This means NO breaks during the day.
Heartburn and feeling uncomfortable stops me from getting a full nights sleep most nights. I don’t set the alarm on the weekends. If I wake up in time to run, then great. If I don’t, well then I don’t.
I’m a self proclaimed morning runner – if I don’t wake up and get it done, chances are I won’t get it done at all. Sunday morning Miles woke up screaming for me. I decided – I’m up – I’m running.
I debated back and forth about whether or not I should go meet up with my running club to run or just go alone.
Would I be the slowest person there? Would I have anyone to run with? What if I was running alone – will I wish I had just started from my own house rather than driving to Starbucks? What if I can’t keep up with the others I am running with and have to embarrassingly admit that they should just leave me? Why is that embarrassing – I’m 35 weeks pregnant?!
All these thoughts played out in my head – till I yelled STOP – silently. I would go – I would face my fears – because admittedly I know they are silly, though very real.
I was happy to see another pregnant runner, who has over the course of the past couple of months become someone I would consider a friend. Miles spent running give you plenty of time to get to know someone. Coincidentally she has a son named Miles as well. BEST.NAME.EVER.
Before we took off, another friend who I have gotten to know through running over the course of this summer, arrived. Hooray – I had people I could run with, or at least attempt to keep up with for a mile or two.
I started chirping. I talked the whole first mile and paid for it in the second. Half way through the second mile I decided to give myself an out. Guys I’m going to have to walk when we hit mile 3. I was giving them an OUT too – in case I was dragging them down.
Much to my surprise my body started to feel better. I got over the first three miles. Those miles are always the hardest for me, pregnant or not. I did not need to walk. I ran and ran and ran and got happier with every step. I can do this. I am strong. I am a woman. Hear me roar.
5 miles later I was elated. I knew inside though that I could not give myself the credit for this run. I would have stopped at a mile had I been alone. It was running friends who helped me achieve something I did not know was possible for my body. 5 miles running, not wunning at 35 weeks – I’ll take it!
Mile 1 – 10:12
Mile 2 – 10:43
Mile 3 – 10:53
Mile 4 – 10:51
Mile 5 – 10:13
How do your friends help you achieve things you did not know were possible?