Greetings from the other side

Too funny that on May 3, I wrote “I must be especially virtuous these days,” referencing that Yoda’s due date was April 28, and as of the afternoon of May 3, I was still Yoda-less.

 

Little did I know that, after my Technical Writing class that evening, I would go home and go into labor.

 

Hence, my… um…. fourteen-week delay in blogging :)

 

Suffice it to say that I’ve ruminated a good amount in the past three-and-a-half-ish months, and of the fourteen weeks since little Alice’s birth (yes, Yoda was a Yolanda!), I’ve been running since I got the all-clear at my six-week postpartum check-up.  I have tried to be a bit conservative in my amateur comeback, but overall, I actually have been pretty pleased with how things have progressed.  At about twelve weeks postpartum, I did my first race, a little 5k back in Ohio, and I won my age group, which was a great confidence booster.  I’ve since registered for a 5 mile race, also back in Ohio, for Labor Day Monday, and since this will be my first time racing this distance, it’s an automatic PR.  Score.

 

More to come!

I must be especially virtuous these days :)

Still waiting… patiently. :)

The ‘race’ date…

Well, the anticipated ‘race’ date has arrived… the due date… but as of this writing, still no baby!

 

Thus, pregnancy taper continues :)

Clarity, a la Mark Remy

Sometimes other writers say things so well that you really can’t add anything to their thoughts.

 

Mark Remy did it today over at Runners’ World.  Take a look here.

 

It’ll leave a smile on your face. :)

Patience is a virtue

Wow, I can’t believe that nearly a month has gone by since my last update… sorry about that!

 

Last I wrote, I was 9 months pregnant, and as of this coming Thursday (4/28), I’ll be 10 months pregnant and officially at my due date.  It’s pretty wild how quickly time has gone by in the past ~10 months, even for being pregnant.  Or especially for being pregnant, depending on how you look at it, I guess.

 

It has been a lot of fun to hear other women’s stories about the time(s) they were pregnant, though many of them have expressed that by a certain point in their pregnancies, they were “done”; they just wanted their babies out of their uteruses and in their arms.  Of course, I’d love to have Yoda out and in my and Connor’s arms, but s/he will come soon.  Babies tend to come on their own terms, from what I have been told :)

 

Patience is a virtue… in both the world of running and marathoning and marathon-training AND in the world of pregnancy.  Sometimes it’s tough to sit back and wait when your eyes are fixated on the prize–whether that’s pushing the pace because you feel “good” or trying to make time go by quickly so you have your baby in your arms–but sometimes the best thing we can do is wait.  And reflect.  And just take in the moment.  That’s pretty much how I’m trying to look at (what I think are) my final days of pregnancy… just trying to enjoy them, make myself comfortable, and “do life” as normally as I would otherwise.

 

Besides, isn’t there a saying out there about a watched pot never boiling?  Maybe that’s also the case with a “watched” uterus :)

 

 

The ‘marathon’ at the nine-month mark

When I trained for my first marathon in 2007, the LaSalle Bank Chicago Marathon Hot Marathon Year from Hell, from start to finish, it was about a nine-month journey.  In January of that year, I began incorporating running into my workout routine, and probably by late January or early February, I had signed-up with Team in Training‘s Early Bird Chicago Marathon program.

Most Chicago Marathon TNT participants don’t begin training with Team until May(ish), but I had the time and energy and wanted to start sooner rather than later.  In retrospect, doing so gave me a great foundation and a lot of time to build-up my running strength, since I was able to start on a treadmill (in the cold winter months) using something of a run-walk ratio (though I didn’t know at the time what a run-walk ratio or routine actually was).  Thus, by the time “full-blown” Chicago Marathon training began in May, I was sufficiently strong, in terms of muscular capacity, endurance, and mental capacity/state of mind (if that makes any sense) to be able to exclusively run for all of my running workouts.  Of course, I had to take baby steps to get from Points A to B, but I got there–in due time.

Come race day, even though my first time wasn’t the performance I wanted it to be (thank you, random hot day in October of 2007!), I knew, going into the event, that I was beyond prepared.  I had been waiting for the day, and dreaming about it, and visualizing it, and been scared or anxious or nervous or excited even thinking about it, for months.  And the day finally came!

You can probably tell where I’m going with this.  Today marks 36 weeks–nine months–of the pregnancy.  Practitioners call 36-40 weeks being “full term,” so in theory, if Yoda came today, s/he would be “at term” and not a preemie, though s/he might still have some slightly underdeveloped organs.  It’s crazy, and really, pretty surreal, to think that we’re already at this milestone.  I’m hoping that Yoda “bakes” for a little bit longer because as excited as C and I are (as well as our family and friends) to welcome Yoda into the great wide world, I think I’d sleep a little more soundly at night knowing that s/he held out until my 4/28 due date :)

I have been finding myself thinking about this pregnancy and the big day–the big labor and delivery (L&D) day–increasingly in terms of running and marathon metaphors.  In fact, others have even expressed the same sentiment.  At last week’s L&D class, a mother of a four-month old came in and described her L&D process and remarked that at the end of it, your body is so tired that “you honestly feel like you just ran a marathon.  Every ounce of you is tired.”  C poked me and grinned–most likely reassuring me that “hey, if she says L&D is like a marathon, this should be a cakewalk for you!”–though of course, I couldn’t help but wonder if this lady had ever run a marathon in her life :)  (skeptic that I am).

Regardless, going into this final stretch of pregnancy is making me think a lot about the “final stretch”–taper madness–that comes in advance of a marathon (or any endurance event).  Suddenly, the volume of workouts decreases, as might also their intensity, and getting ample rest becomes of paramount importance.  Moreover, staying active is still important, but activity becomes more focused on just making sure your muscles remember how to move moreso than an actual intentional stressing or straining of them.  And of course, nutrition remains as important now as it was early on and throughout the training cycle (or pregnancy, in my case).

Though the last two weeks have found me not running at all, thanks to the lower back pain that seems to be part and parcel of the later stages of pregnancy, I have gotten back into a “routine” and have become one of those regular lunchtime walkers on the lakefront during the work week.  (Between walking on my lunch break, visiting a chiropractor, and constantly icing or heating my lower back, I feel like I’ve become a glorified elderly lady, but that’s a topic for another post).    :)

So what happens from here until the big day?  I guess lots of “dress rehearsals” – lots of visualization, positive thinking, and preparation; anything C and I can do to prepare ourselves, we’re doing (or have already done).  That has amounted to taking infant-care 101 classes at the hospital and L&D classes, maintaining good activity and sleep and nutritional habits, and constantly reminding ourselves (moreso me than C) that even in what will likely be the toughest part of L&D–the transition part, the part where many mothers will admit that they felt like they had nothing left in them to give and felt like they could not, for the life of them, soldier on in the L&D process–that transition is just like the dreaded “wall” in a marathon.  It might (or might not) rear its ugly head, but I’ve “trained” to get through it.  And really, by the time the “wall” in L&D arises, we will be so close to the ultimate finish line that, just like in a marathon, that will be my cue to “dig deep” and get to that otherworldly place that I (usually) manage to find in the toughest parts of the race, when I really feel like I have nothing left to give.  Granted, I’ve never run more than a four-hour marathon in my life, so here’s hoping that my L&D is relatively quick; otherwise, I might be singing a different tune :)  (cautious optimist here!)

I don’t dare say “bring it on, L&D” out of sheer fear and superstition, but suffice it to say that I’m not nearly as nervous about thebig day that could, in theory, come any time now, as I was nine months ago.  I’m trained, I feel pretty ready, I know it will be a once-in-a-lifetime sort of thing (since we always remember our first times, right??); it’s just the waiting game now.

Pregnancy taper madness is ON!

Flexibility

I sat through a four-hour HR presentation yesterday about goal setting since we’re in the throes of the performance appraisal and review season at work.  It was basically the same thing I had heard last time I sat through the presentation, about two years ago, but the session reminded me how worthwhile it is to set goals in one’s personal or professional life.  Goals help us “reach” just beyond what we think we’re capable of; they provide focus to help make our day-to-day actions more worthwhile and meaningful; and sometimes, at least in my experience, they’re just fun to try to achieve, no matter how challenging (or impossible) we might think that they are.

Goals and running obviously go hand-in-hand, regardless if you’re a novice or a pro.  For many people, simply learning how to run is a goal in and of itself, while others might go for a certain time or mileage goal.  My big pregnancy/running goal was to do the March Madness half marathon on Sunday, but a couple weeks ago, when I decided that I no longer felt comfortable with the idea of doing a challenging half, one that’d put me a considerable distance away from my midwives and my hospital, I decided that my new goal would be to complete a neighborhood 8k that was just a mile (or so) away from my home.  As my experience shows, sometimes goals necessitate flexibility.  If you’re itching to run a 3:33 marathon but get a really nasty case of shin splints two weeks before the race, maybe that 3:33 goal will change to a 3:43 or hell, just to be able to finish the race.  It happens.  You just have to go with it.

All last week, I felt super confident in my ability to run this neighborhood 8k on Sunday.  Without even meaning to, I had managed to run six consecutive days in a row–not at high mileage, mind you–and I felt great.

Really.

Even pre-pregnant, I wouldn’t run six consecutive days, so I’m not quite sure how it happened, but it did.  Anyway, come Thursday of last week, I set out on a lunchtime run and about a mile in, had searing pain in my lower right back, right above the back of my pelvis, pretty close to my SI joint.  After the pain damn near debilitated me, I decided to do what I rarely do–stop running–and instead walked 1.5 miles back to the office, hoping that walking would re-set or re-align whatever I had managed to screw up.

Earlier in the week, I started to wear a maternity belt, purely for preventive purposes, thinking that I’d try to make myself as comfortable as possible for these final 5-6 weeks.  I wasn’t uncomfortable in the first place, but I envisioned that as the little one continued to grow, he/she would increasingly put more and more pressure on my bladder and lower back, and I thought I’d try to circumvent the issue before it even began.  In retrospect, and from talking to my midwives and to a massage therapist and my previously-pregnant and nurse practitioner sister, I’m pretty sure that that stupid belt managed to redistribute my weight in such a way that it put a crazy amount of pressure (or weight?) on my lower right-hand side of my back, where it wasn’t previously, and that made everything go out-of-whack.  Awesome.

Just as I had to be flexible and forgiving for not running my half marathon, over the course of the end of last week, I soon realized that my 8k aspirations might also be coming to a halt, since it hurt like hell to walk (or lie down, for the matter), and running was out of the question.  A 60-minute massage (at my midwives’ recommendation) on Saturday evening seemed to alleviate some of the pain, but it was still present, so my Sunday morning race came and went without my participation.

What a drag.

The good news is that with every passing day, the pain lessens.  The bad news is that it remains to be seen if I’ll have this pain for the remainder of the pregnancy–which wouldn’t be all that uncommon, since most prego ladies get some sort of back pain or another.  I’m soooooo hoping for the former, for obvious reasons.  Back pain is tough to deal with because we implicate our backs in every single thing that we do.  Back muscles aren’t like, say, your anterior deltoid, a muscle that you could probably avoid using if you really tried.  Just try not using your back.  It’s pretty impossible.

I’ve decided that I’m “done” being negative about my pain and am hoping that my optimism will carry me through this little blip in my pregnancy :)  I am still signed-up for the Shamrock Shuffle 8k on 4/10, when I will be seriously pregnant (36 weeks!), and I really hope to run it, depending on how my back and the rest of my prego body feels.

Hence, flexibility.

I’m super happy to be able to say that I’ve been able to run through at least 35 weeks of my pregnancy, and I really want to be able to continue to run up until the day the little one comes.  Whether that happens, however, is somewhat out of my control at this point.

I suppose I’ll just need to remember all that stuff about goal-setting and tell myself that I’ve got to be flexible :)

Moving right along

Another midwife visit this week  (at roughly 32 weeks, 4 days), and everything’s looking great… which is fantastic, to say the least.  Interestingly, she said that many of the practice’s patients who are runners either begin to really slow down their running at this point in their pregnancy or stop altogether and move to the elliptical.  If given the choice, obviously I’d opt for the former rather than the latter.  I have no shame in plodding along if need be!

Her bringing up that point prompted me to ask what she thought of my potentially running the MM half marathon in two weeks.  And long story short, in part due to what she said, and largely in part to my own fears of being really far away from the city, my hospital, and my midwives in the off-chance that something bad happens, I’ve decided to forgo the race.  Yeah, I’m not doing it.

At any other time, right about now I’d write something like “yeah, bummer that I can’t do it…” and lament the day away, but I’m actually pleased with my choice.  I feel like I’m doing the responsible adult thing.  :)  Honestly, I have no doubt that I’m physically still able to run a half marathon–although slowly–at this point in my pregnancy, but I feel like I need to be cautious and err on the side of safety.  After all, if I hurt myself in some way, I won’t be hurting just me… little Yoda would inevitably feel some of it as well.  And God forbid I go into pre-term labor or something awful like that when I’m over an hour away from Northwestern.  There will always be other MM half-marathons each spring, and certainly there will always be other races, too.  In fact, there’s a 5k/8k race in Chicago that very same morning, at Diversey Harbor, that I’m eying.  Not only is the distance more manageable for a 35-week-pregnant lady, but it’s also in the city, and it’s just a stone’s-throw away from Northwestern (again, just playing it safe here).  I’ll *probably* sign-up for it and do it for kicks.

The silver lining to my not running the MM race is that someone else will be able to… at least, as much as I can tell.  The MM race is incredibly popular because of the time of year (not much competition for other distances race in Chicagoland in March), it falls in line with Boston training pretty well, it’s inexpensive, and it’s on a tough, hilly course, and all these factors combined this year to make the event sell-out in fewer than two hours.  Two hours!  Granted, part of that is because the race can only take 1,000 entrants, but still!  Two freakin’ hours!  Once I decided that I wasn’t going to do the run any longer, I emailed the race director that night, explained my situation, and asked that he extend my spot to someone he knew who really wanted to run but didn’t register in time or, better yet, post my spot on Ebay and auction it off as part of their scholarship fundraising drive, since the race’s proceeds supports a scholarship in the first place.  Everything I’ve ever read suggests that entries are non-transferable, so I thought it was a long shot that he’d hear me out.  However, based on our email exchange, I think they’ll be able to allow another runner to fill my spot.

Talk about a pleasant surprise!

I’m glad I did my due diligence here because otherwise, I’d feel kinda guilty for flaking out on a race that many people want to run but can’t.   I guess it just goes to show you that there’s no harm done in asking for things for which you think you’ll be rejected.  :)

And so the difficulty begins

Well, I guess that’s a little misleading, seeing as how today marks the 31st week of when it “began”– the pregnancy, of course.  It’s hard to believe that 31 weeks have already gone by and that if Yoda goes to full-term, s/he could be here in as few as 5 weeks or as many as 9.  Let’s hope for the latter!

Earlier this week was, I think, the first real “blip” in the pregnancy so far.  It’s hard to describe what exactly it was– maybe GI-related, maybe gas, maybe Braxton Hicks– but our midwife assured us that it wasn’t pre-term labor.  Phew.  The back and “guts” pain that I had earlier this week were incredibly intense.  Fortunately, they’ve mostly subsided, and I finally managed to get some sleep last night.  I guess this is just a taste of what’s to come post-Yoda arrival.  Yikes.

I couldn’t help but wonder if part of the reason these pains randomly began on Sunday derived from me not running.  Last week, post-Vegas trip, I ran on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, and elected to not run on Saturday or Sunday mornings because I was feeling tired and a bit achy.   Come Sunday after breakfast, the mystery pains began, which got me wondering if maybe their onset had something to do with my not running (or not really being physically active at all) for 48 hours.  Who knows, maybe my body is so acclimated to “doing” something most every day of the week that if it doesn’t, it goes into freak-out mode?  Once I returned to work on Wednesday, I did a really EZ 3.1 miler during my lunch break and actually walked in the final .75 miles because I still wasn’t feeling “right.”  Talk about a confidence-slasher.  Since I was feeling better today than I was yesterday, I just went out for another little mid-day run, just about 2.1 miles, and while I’m not breaking any speed records (I was averaging around 11 minute miles today), at least I was feeling better… and I didn’t have to walk it in.   11-minute miles aren’t my norm yet, so these past couple runs have been humbling, to say the least.  What’s important to remember, though, is that I have yet to regret going out for a run.  I’m always, always glad I did.

Now might be the beginning of when this pregnancy is going to start getting “difficult,” whatever that means.  Today was also the first time I wore some “maternity” running attire, though I’m being a bit misleading with the quotations because they’re “maternity” insomuch that the lightweight jacket and long pants are non-maternity clothing, just larger than what I usually wear.  At least they gave me some more room to move around and be comfortable… and they should be able to accommodate my increasing midsection for the next 9ish weeks.  Here’s hoping, anyway.

The runs of the past two days have got me thinking about whether I’ll realistically be able to run in Cary’s March Madness half marathon in about 4 weeks.  I think it’s too soon to tell, to be quite honest.  I think it’s just one of those things that I have to assess a day at a time.  If race day comes and I’m feeling well and interested in running the race, I’ll make the trek out to the greater northwest suburbs to go after it.  If not, I won’t.  According to last year’s times, there were some participants who took over 2 hours to run it–some, even 3–so if I do do it, at least I’ll have some company.

Maybe these past couple days were just blips and not necessarily indicative of worse conditions that are yet to come.

Let’s hope so, anyway… :)

Awesome!

1. Just got back from babycation in Vegas with C… pics will soon be posted on flickr.com/erinamg.  Loads of fun!

2. On Saturday, before C and I departed for Vegas, I did a 10 miler… 29 weeks/3 days pregnant – and felt great!  The weather was beginning to warm up a bit, thereby melting the snow on the path, so it made for a really pleasant run.  I don’t remember my stats from it, but I think my average pace was ~10:30.  Hell, it could have been ~20 mins/mile and I would have been happy!  I felt great both during and after the run.  So happy I did it!

3. My aforeposted blog post – my essay entitled “Yoda and the (P)PR” that I wrote for my essay class – earned me an A.  Sweet!

4. And finally, it’s Wednesday, February 16, which is still considered wintertime in Chicago, and I just got back from a mid-day lunch break run, outside, wearing SHORTS!  No hat, no gloves, no double-layer of tights… just shorts, a short-sleeve tech, and a very lightweight jacket (so I could have a pocket), plus some sunglasses.  How cool is that?!  And tomorrow is supposed to be even nicer outside.

Just a few things to be happy about right now :)