Thursday, April 4, 2013
As I posted back in January (or was it February?) I'm not good at making resolutions and sticking with them. I decided to take one month at a time, especially with the pregnancy, and just make a goal for myself. I'd do everything in my power to hit that goal. In January and February it was to do something physical every day and I did a darn good job at that. In February and March it was to not eat out as much. Just little things that I can try to do to help my life. :)
So we're on to April. Working out is becoming a little more of a struggle. I could blame the ever growing belly, but that's just an excuse really. Come to find out that this whole third trimester thing is no joke. Momma is T.I.R.E.D. And I'm finding that my will to workout is sometimes overshadowed by my will to get a project done around the house. Or to nap. But I've been working on it as much as possible. I kind of had a falling out with my bike trainer so I haven't been on that in a while. Shhh... I still haven't gotten myself to the pool. Running is difficult... I did it 3 times TOTAL in March. That leaves me with walking, which I've been doing a ton of. With the recent events in our life, Tom and I have had plenty to talk about and the walks tend to clear my mind (and totally suck the life out of me most days). As the weather gets nicer, I foresee longer walks and more frequent walks - sure beats sitting on a bike trainer in the basement reading US Weekly.
Where was I going with this? Oh yes... my goal for April. My goal is to run each week the number of miles that corresponds with how many weeks I have until my baby girl comes. I will hopefully do this up to my due date. So this week I'm at 31 weeks which means that I have 9 weeks until baby Girl makes her grand appearance. That means, my goal for this week is to run 9 miles. 9 miles. That's it. Sounds easy enough and most everyone who reads my blog will be like "really Colleen?", but let me explain.
Running is hard. I had these grandiose intentions of running until the day I delivered. Being that lady. But I waddle when I walk so you can only imagine the image of me "wogging" as I like to call it (waddling + jogging = wogging). My bump isn't all cute and little. It's out there. Like "wham, I swallowed a basketball" out there. And people, it ain't getting any smaller! :) I have to take some walk breaks when I get to the hills or else the contractions start. I feel like I'm breathing through a straw as Abigail has found a nice cozy place to reside between my lungs and my diaphragm. Inevitably I have to pee like 7 times during a run. For me to get a good 30 minutes of "wogging" in is actually more of a 45 minutes process. 9 miles will not take me 81 glorious minutes like it used to. 9 miles will take me a long time.
So that's my goal. This week it's 9 miles. Next week only 8. If I can go longer, awesome. If I struggle with just hitting my goal, so be it. I've gotten some pretty great items lately (from the likes of Zensah, Runningskirts.com, Brooks) that will keep me going and I'll write about those in the coming days.
So that's my goal. Laugh at me if you must. Just don't do it to my face because I'm an emotional wreck and will probably just start sobbing. Then you'll feel bad because you made the pregnant girl cry and the only way to make me feel better is to buy me Peanut M&M's. :)