Just throwing my running stuff in a bag this morning made me happy. I loved collecting my shoes,
shorts skirt, tank top, socks, garmin, iPod, headband, and water bottle. Everything was there ready for my afternoon run. I loved it even more when I walked outside this morning and it was in the 60s.
I meet a friend from my running group at the trail before my run. Even though we are nowhere near the same pace (she hangs out comfortable at 8 minute miles), it was nice to see a familiar face before my run. We walked and chatted for a few minutes before
we she we took of running. She was out of sight within minutes. I was comfortably hanging out at my 12 minute mile pace. Going into my run, I had zero expectations for myself. I figured I’d run the trail to the restroom, pee, and run back. I also thought I remembered that the trail was 2.5 miles long (it is not!). I was just happy being outside in my running shoes run/walking and breathing in the amazing fall air.
About a mile into my run, my belly got heavy. Today is the first time (minus the last 4 miles of the half marathon) that I have ever really felt pregnant while running. I’ve felt bigger. I’ve felt slower. I’ve never really felt pregnant. Today I felt HUGE. The baby was heavy.
Around mile 2 my bladder was screaming. I had to pee. BAD. According to my memory, I should only have about a 1/2 mile to the restroom. My memory isn’t great. The trail is actually closer to 3.5 miles. My friend Courtney was heading back to this car at this point. When I passed her, she so kindly turned around and ran with me towards the restrooms. It definitely took my mind off of my screaming bladder. Thank you Courtney! At mile 3.3 I happily arrived at the bathroom.
The bathroom was closed. NOOOOOOO! So I did whatever other normal runner would do. I headed off onto a side trail that had less traffic, no bicycles and a lot more trees. When I felt confident that the coast was clear, I found a big tree and peed in nature. 🙂 Fortunately no one else came down the trail to find a big pregnant lady bare bottomed squatting behind a tree. Three people did show up not even a minute after I had my pants pulled back up!
The rest of the run back to my car was great (minus the fact that I forgot my body glide. Hello chaffed thighs. ouch!). I really just enjoyed being out there. I love not worrying about time or race schedules or run/walk ratios. I just did what felt good. I worked up a sweat. I had fun. I got back to my car at 6.8 miles. Since I like whole numbers, I ran the last .20 so I can see 7.0 on my watch. I had no intention of running 7 miles today, but I’m so glad I did. I got past my 3 mile mental block (when I started to wonder if my days of pregnant running where over), and I got to the place I love most when I run. The place where I don’t care about pace or mileage. I just enjoyed being a trail, running, walking, breathing,sweating, and saying hello to everyone who went by.
I hope I can hold onto this little piece of happiness until Mister Moo arrives in December. Thank you body and baby for letting me run during my 25th week of pregnancy.