I haven't been running nearly what I wish I could, but the hills around here wind me pretty easily, especially now that I am with child. But I'm trying. And I get points for that, right? I have learned to just keep my watch off and go with how I feel which is exactly what my plan was for Saturday. Except I wanted to have a 10k time to just see where I'm at. You know, baseline, pregnancy PR, whatever.
I arrived early on Saturday and snagged one of the 14 spots right in front of the church where registration was. Karen and I were meeting there, but I went in and registered since there wasn't a line. And used the potties (bravo race director for making the men's bathroom a women's bathroom the morning of the race). People were mulling around in Christmas socks, green and red tutu's, Santa costumes, Poodle outfits (yeah, I didn't get that either, but that's alright) and I felt a little bah-humbug because I was in the only thing that fits these days... a pair of capri's and a new running shirt that's purple. Oh well. Karen arrived, got her stuff and we started talking about how we definitely missed our opportunity to run in costume. Next year Karen, next year.
Around 9, we lined up in a parking lot with a big blow up race arch within view. I guess we were at the right place (I come to find out that this race is really laid back and I'm totally cool with that. Some people aren't. They are a little uptight, especially at a race that encourages running in costume). Around 9:15 they counted us down and we were off. I told Karen to run without me because, again, I'm with child and MUCH slower than usual. Especially on a rolling course.
Okay, so I would love someone to define "rolling" for me in the South. In Ohio, rolling was rolling. You kind of went up. You kind of went down. No need to really change gear or pace. Georgia "rolling" is a tad different. This course was Ohio hilly. Like climbing climbing climbing where the heck is the down part of this hill kind of hilly. As in you can't find a course like this in Columbus hilly. Alas, I'm learning that the north and the south have different definitions of things. That's cool. I'm getting used to that.
We sat around the gym for a while to see if we won something at the raffle, but we didn't. We watched them award stuff to the costume contest (the poodles won something...) and then they posted results, but disclaimed it by saying that the official results would be different because there was a timing issue but we could at least see our places in our age groups. Karen and I both ended up 5th in our AG according the unofficial results. YAY!
It's humbling to run while pregnant. I know that it's good for me and my baby. The benefits are endless. But it's difficult... mentally and physically. There were many times on that course where I was breathing hard and had to slow down. I work a lot harder to run a 9:50 pace than I did to run a 8:50 pace before. There were many times that there weren't many people in front of me. My boobs get in the way of my arm swing (sorry, but it's a fact people). I have to pee the whole time. I feel like I'm running for the first time in my life after being on the couch for years, when in fact, I have been doing this for 10 years. But you know what... I wouldn't change it for the world!
My cousin told me that every time I run to remind myself that my baby's brain is getting bigger. You'd' be amazed how powerful that can be during a workout.