Two links, first off:
– My buddy Kevin [who also lets me write for his amazing food blog once a month] posted some deals going on in the Houston area for the Olympic Trails Marathon, or, also known as the Houston Chevron Marathon, to us mere mortals. Show your bib at certain places and you can get up to 50% off of dishes.
– In more somber news, Beth at Shut Up & Run posted about a missing friend in Montana. She left her house for a run Saturday morning, and never came back. There are hundreds of volunteers looking for her, and they have only been able to recover her shoe. Let’s all pray for her safe return. Go here for the latest updates and how to help.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Though I tried to shake it throughout the morning, I just couldn’t help but be irritable, and I knew I needed to get some pavement under my feet. That time came around at 2 pm-ish, and I told my husband I was headed out for ‘6 or 7’, to which he responded with a Raised Eyebrow. What the crap?? Typically I get a ‘ok have a great run’ but never the Raised Eyebrow. I reciprocated with my own Raised Eyebrow, immediately went into Pregnant Lady Defensive Mode, and huffed out an exasperated “WHAT???!!!!???” Naturally, he calmly explained [this part always makes me feel like the immature 5 year old I am] that he wasn’t sure that I should exactly be upping my distance this far into the pregnancy, and that he just wanted me to be careful. Taking this into consideration, albeit slightly annoyed that he was probably right, I planned to do a 3ish mile loop, come back to the house to show him I was still alive, then leave again for another 3ish loop. We agreed that this is what the plan would be, and I went on my merrily little way.
The conditions were perfect. We had sunshine (!!!!!!) it was in the low 50s, and I got away with wearing a running skirt, short sleeves and some arm warmers. I set off for a hillier route than normal, and felt so much happiness towards just running that I thought my heart was going to explode. My turn around point was my husband’s work, where I then started focusing on our earlier conversation.
Bottom line :: I will have time to be selfish, later. Right now, it wouldn’t be very responsible to try and push mileage. Yes, typically, 2 miles longer than your regular runs isn’t a big deal. But when physical exertion can cause preterm labor and threaten the life of my child… well I think we all know what decision I took here. Instead of testing myself and running the 7ish, I came back winded, exuberant, and with a clear conscience at 4.5 amazing miles.
Sure, I know in my heart that I could have done 2.5 more. But, I also know that I would have been freaking out if Waylynn wasn’t kicking enough, or if I had some weird pain that I had never encountered before. I might get around to running 7 this pregnancy, I might not. As much as I hate to admit it, this is not up to me. I have plenty of miles to cover once he gets here, so why push the envelope now?
PS – there’s still time to sign up for the Yoga Journal 21 Day Challenge.
How was your Sunday? Did you have a long run?