For about two weeks now I've been pretty convinced that my pregnant running days are coming to an end. Since my little episode, every run has felt hard, I have mild cramping in my side and/or abdomen, and I'm uncomfortable. The last run I did I made it 17 minutes before I said to my running buddy that I had hit my limit. After that, I figured I'd give run/walking a try before I gave up altogether, but I my last few runs have definitely been discouraging.
It turns out that I might have spoken too soon.
Every year, my husband and I do the Run to Remember 5K, which raises funds for the families of fallen officers. There's always a big group from MM’s police department and after three years, it feels a bit like tradition. Plenty of people walk the entire course, so I planned on participating regardless of whether or not I was able to run, but I had hoped that I’d still be running when this race came around.
The morning of the race, I felt good—good enough to give running a shot. Several people gave my huge-ish bump the once over and assumed I would be walking or standing on the sidelines. I took a lot of pleasure in telling them that I’ve been running my entire pregnancy, and while I wasn’t sure I’d make it all 3.1 miles, I was certainly planning on running part of the course and walking the remainder.
And we were off…
I started at a pace that I thought was slower than my already slow ass, not pregnant pace of about 12 minutes per mile. I figured I was somewhere between a 12:30 and 13 minute pace. In other words, S-L-O-W, but hey, I was running, and it felt good. To my surprise when I hit the first mike marker I looked down at my watch to see that I had just passed 11 minutes and 30 seconds—not bad. I still felt good, so I kept running and resisted the urge to speed up.
I did decide that I would walk through the water station and drink a full glass of water just to play it safe. While it was a cool morning, it was reasonably humid, and I didn’t want to take any chances with dehydration. My water/walking break lasted approximately 1 minute 30 seconds, and as soon as I tossed my cup, I started running again. I finished with an official pace of 12:12, total time of 37:54. I went into this thinking that anything under 40 would be pretty decent, and while this was certainly not my “fastest” race, it wasn’t too shabby for the officially-in-her-3rd-trimester-pregnancy-lady.
Maybe more importantly, running this race made me feel like maybe it isn't quite time to hang up my running shoes. Maybe I have a few more weeks of running left in me. We shall see…