I knew it was going to happen at some point. Well, maybe I knew, but I guess I hadn't really thought about it.
|Monday night, 30.5 weeks along. Feeling a little... large.|
I woke up at 6:15 to meet with Ryan, a new running partner, for a run. My original goal was to run 8 easy miles, but gave myself the option of going 10 to get my long run out of the way for the week.
Having someone to help you through 80% of a long run is SO MUCH easier than going out and tackling all of it alone!
I was a little tired from the get-go. It could also have been that we were moving a little quicker: low 8's. Ryan is getting in shape! Oh no! :)
I stopped to walk and stretch a few times during the run. I dropped Ryan back off at my house at 8 miles and then decided to keep going to get that darn 10 miler out of the way. I slowed to 9 minute pace and took another walk break 1/2 way through.
I finished and was really proud of myself! 10 miles done in sub 8:30 pace at 30.5 weeks pregnant. Not too shabby :)
Then I headed off for a busy work day. After I picked up Greta and arrived home, she wanted to bike. [BTW, I found this bike in a free pile in Northfield one day during a run! What an awesome find! And YES, it was a legitimate free pile. I didn't just run off with a poor kid's bike :)] Except.... she didn't want to turn around. About 1/3 of a mile from home I called Nate to tell him that I thought we would continue in the direction of Craig's house where Nate was going to stop at after work.
I fully expected that she would refuse to continue biking at some point and I'd be stuck a half mile from our house with a toddler who just wanted to be carried and her bike. I had my phone and Nate was prepared to pick us up if that happened.
|95% of the way there, and SO happy!|
We arrived to see this happening...
|N & T helping M enter through the kitchen window. They had locked themselves out of the house; lucky for them the kitchen window was open just a crack.|
|And... he's in!|
|Before leaving, Greta found the roller, brought it onto the map, and proceeded to roll over it a bunch. Crazy kid.|
I don't know what it was, but once I got home, I was wiped. Perhaps it was the go-go-go weekend -- on top of the go-go-go pace of this Monday? Perhaps it was lack of sleep? Perhaps it's just being 30+ weeks pregnant...
My stomach was a little queasy and I had zero motivation. I caught up with a few of my athletes, then sat in front of the TV and watched the Olympics while working on baby's Christmas stocking. There were a million other things I knew I *should* be doing: planning for the new house, de-cluttering our current house, prepping the kitchen for paint, doing dishes...
Instead I happily stitched away! Baby's Christmas stocking might actually have a prayer of being finished by their first Christmas!