Running Related News


I mention wear blue: run to remember a lot, I know this. I try and contain my excitement for things, but this has me bursting at the seams. This has been in the works for a few months, and knowing I can finally share it with you has me buzzing with excitement!

Ok, ok.

From the website, because I can’t come up with words perfect enough…

This Memorial Day, we are asking members of our worldwide community to hit the streets and run in honor of the fallen.  A long run, or short walk, the distance doesn’t matter.  But we are asking members to go online and pledge miles in honor of the Fallen so that together we can create a community dedicated to honoring the ultimate sacrifice.

While Americans may pause to reflect, for many, Memorial Day represents a long
weekend typically filled with backyard celebrations and sunshine.  For members of wear blue: run to remember, it is a day to remember each life sacrificed in a positive,
life-affirming way.

It is not about pledging money, it’s about pledging miles so that together we can create a living memorial.  How many miles should you run?  What number is meaningful to you?
    3 miles for the 3 years you have been deployed?
    5 miles for the 5 branches of the American Military?
    9 miles for the 9 times you moved while in the military?
    11 miles for the 11 years since September 11, 2011?

How flippin’ COOL is this event!? You can do this from your treadmill at the gym, or on a remote base in God-knows-where, all while honoring the ultimate sacrifice our Military has made during the war on terrorism.

If you’re in the Olympia/Tacoma/Seattle/Pacific Northwest in general, we would LOVE to have you join us at the event. We’ll have KOMO news out, the Husky announcer, a breakfast and BBQ, as well as the camaraderie of fellow runners. This is absolutely free, you don’t even need to buy our merchandise – just run in honor of the fallen.

Here’s the site –

and here’s our National Facebook page –

and if you’re local, please join us here –

Running Related News

In Limbo

After my jaunt around the neighborhood the other day, I felt great – in fact, I had planned on more runs over the course of the week, as well as walks with my neighbor. I was ecstatic, knowing that I was able to keep some sort of fitness level up this late into my pregnancy.

That notion, however, came crashing down when I had my next appointment. Little dude, just like his big sister, is measuring FOUR weeks behind [I’m 36 weeks, he’s measuring 32; using fundal height]. While doctors insist it has nothing to do with my lifestyle, and that I just carry small babies [more on this later], I have made the decision to stop running/walking. At this point, I’m very proud that I was able to move around for so long.

Small babies run in the family [I know I was], but more so on my Dad’s side. I believe his siblings were all about 5 pounds. Our daughter was 5 lbs, 10 ounces; born at 39 weeks. When pregnant with my daughter, I stopped running around the 25 week mark – yet at 36 weeks, she was only measuring 32, also just using fundal height. I started going in every week for fetal stress tests and growth checks, and every week we got the same result: “she’s measuring perfectly – she’s just a small baby”. While I am being optimistic and saying that this is the case with our son, there is still a small part of me that is bothered by this but unfortunately I can’t get in for an ultrasound until the 23rd… So, for the next few weeks, I’m taking it relatively easy and giving the kiddo as much as he needs by not expending too much extra energy. I know that sounds very sloth-like, but so be it.

I also think that he’ll be here sooner rather than later. Recently, at night, he’s been pushing down on my cervix to where the pain makes me yell out. This is also causing contractions… so things are a bit crazy here! Unfortunately this has started to happen throughout the day. While I am doing less, I still need to be a mom/ do laundry/dishes/housework so to have to take so many breaks is a little frustrating.

The good news is that if he does decide to come early [as in, TONIGHT, even…] we are *thisclose* to being ready. I have his clothes washed, his crib is ready, we have diapers and the only thing left to do is install the car seat. Which, in reality, my husband could probably do in his sleep. I also have to finish packing my hospital bag, which should be done by tonight.

Thank GOD my mom is able to come for the next couple of weeks, because what really stinks is that my husband will be in the field during that time. During the day if ‘something’ happens I’ll be able to reach him, but we have yet to figure out a plan for overnight emergencies…

I would love for this kid to stay put until my actual due date, and I’m even ok with him staying late – just for the sake of growing. I don’t see that happening [honestly, I’ll be surprised to make it to May], so I’ll continue to be optimistic!

Any guesses on when he’ll be here?  His size?

Do you think I should invest in a flare gun in case I need to reach my husband at night?

In Limbo

An Analysis of a Pregnant Runner

Somehow, I’m still running. Granted, my pace is a full two minutes slower and I look like a beluga whale learning how to walk – but I’m running. Yesterday it was a mile followed by a two mile walk with my neighbor… but I’m running. Reflecting on yesterday’s post a bit, the ‘demise’ of a pregnant runner obviously happens gradually. Observe.

A positive result at your 4/5 week mark – 12 weeks :: Your days are filled with a nervous excitement, checking your belly daily for any kind of bulge whatsoever. You Vomit. You sleep constantly, or wish that you could. Your hormones are haywire, and you will cry about that time Bobby McSmith spit in your hair in art class in 2nd grade and how he was oh-so-incredibly-mean, or you’ll cry about how your husband came home with LEMON Pellegrino and not ORANGE like you asked. Running wise, you might not feel any different. In fact, if you lace up and get out there amidst the tears and exhaustion, you will find that this running thing is actually quite the nice break in your day; the birds will sing, the fresh air will feel invigorating to your lungs, and everything in the world will feel right again. Until you start crying about how beautiful the day is. Or vomit. Again.

12-20ish weeks :: You WILL start to slow down. Don’t fight it like I did. I became uber depressed about being a ‘runner’ and felt foolish even calling myself one. Try not to hate me for saying this, but don’t be silly. Baby is growing, shifting your gravity around, which will make your hips ache a little, as well as your knees. If you’re blessed, this won’t happen to you until later, but I found with pregnancy #2 all of this happened MUCH sooner.

20-30ish weeks :: At this point you’re wondering why you’re even doing this. You will start to wear your husband’s shirts for runs (or just 24/7), because your shirts will show too much of the underside of your belly. The babe will also be growing even MORE, making runs super awkward. He or She will be either be up high and in your lungs (like my daughter), making it hard to breathe and rendering you to a walk about a quarter mile into your run… or the baby will be super low (like my son) and you’ll panic because you think they’re going to fall out at any second. Either way, you’re also probably having *awesome* round ligament pain right about now, which is rightfully named because it IS painful and it will cramp the hell out of your midsection, making you want to curl up on a stranger’s front lawn and beg them mercilessly for water.

30-35ish weeks :: You’re wondering how the hell you can do this, but you’re proud to call yourself a runner so you do it anyway, and you’re determined to be THAT lady that had a 3 mile jaunt the morning she went into labor. Long gone are the days where you’re pushing yourself to have one LAST run at your pre-pregnancy pace, and you’ve come to terms with that. At this point, you are just focusing on keeping fitness at a decent level, and hoping it carries you to into some form of postpartum movement that once resembled your running.

35+ weeks :: You’re done. You want this kid out, for a variety of reasons. Yes, you want to meet this little miracle because, well, let’s face it – having a kid is pretty damn exciting. For the past 9 months your sole purpose has been to keeping this little individual safe and growing, and you’ve been daydreaming about what they’ll look like and how their lives will be shaped with your never-ending wisdom. With that said, you’re also looking forward to getting back on the road sans freeloader [a loving term, I promise!], even if this means lugging around a 75 wind-catching contraption that your child may or may not hate. But you’re willing to take that risk, because dammit – you’re a runner.

An Analysis of a Pregnant Runner

36 weeks

Holy Moses.

I am mentally ready to have this child.

A friend mentioned in conversation the other day that “IT FEELS LIKE YOU’VE BEEN PREGNANT FOR FOREVER!” While I stared blankly at the individual while silently strangling them in my head, I also reflected on just how long pregnancy is. For some reason, yes, this pregnancy feels much longer than my first. I believe this is solely based on the difference in lifestyles. With our daughter, I was working insane hours, barely got to see my then-civilian husband who worked his own insane hours, but in my down time I ran/napped/watched tv/read a book/peed alone. Now? Not so much. I’m juggling staying home with said daughter, part-time freelancing work, maintaining a household, and Army life – which is a whole new territory that is ever changing whether you like it or not.

:: for example, its taken me about 3 days to write/finish this God forsaken blog post ::

Unfortunately the business of this lifestyle makes me feel like I’m missing out on the pregnancy, which bums me out entirely. The only time I have to focus on the little dude is basically while I’m laying in bed at night. Yes, life is different; but my anxiety is the same. I cannot wait to meet him and put a face to the name. I lay awake wondering if he’ll look like me or be another carbon copy of his dad. I dream of watching his every milestone, and I secretly pray that he’s not a “rough and tumble” boy because I seriously don’t know if I would be able to handle that. I try and visualize him in my belly and if he has enough room [I’m guessing no], or if his cute little knees are up by his perfect eyebrows. I wonder what kind of kid he’ll be or what sport he’ll want to participate in, and I hope he knows full well that if he wants to focus on piano instead, that it would be ok with Mom. I envision him and his dad tossing a football in the backyard, only to take breaks to flip a burger or two in preparation for dinner. See? Lots of daydreaming going on here. Smile 

I will admit that the level of anxiety I have directed in meeting him is also riddled with selfish notions. I want my body back. Yes, I said it – and I know any woman that has has ever been pregnant and entered that slower-than-molasses LAST month can relate. I don’t even want my body back for running purposes. I want my lungs back. I want to be able to pick up my daughter without having to ‘prep’ my back for it. I want to be able to do laundry without taking a break. I want to be able to eat a regular sized meal. I want to not pee every 45 minutes. I want to wear something besides yoga pants or ugly-as-sin maternity pants [seriously. they’re hideous].

For all I know I could be meeting this much loved individual by the end of the week, or he might decide to hang out for another six weeks. We’ll see.

Until then, I’ll be anxiously awaiting… and ‘running’, of course Winking smile

36 weeks