One month until D-day! Of course I have visions of going early and everything going seamlessly. Or…I’ll still be waddling along after the New Year. I have to think positive, right?
On Thanksgiving I ran my first Turkey Trot ever. Usually I use Thanksgiving as a rest day, sleep in “late”, and refuel with mashed potatoes. Since my mileage is scarce these days (see below), I figured it was worth trotting 3.1 miles before the mashed potato refuel. And who can turn down a race called the Gobble Wobble at 9 months pregnant?!
This 5K is extremely popular (I believe it was the 30th anniversary this year?) and well organized. It’s also a 5K you don’t want to race (see below). You are better off doing it as a fun run with family…which seemed to be what most folks were doing (at least in the back of the pack anyway).
I cringe over my finish time – 34:16 (11:00 average pace) – when, just 2 short weeks ago, I ran an 8K at 10:30 average pace. Maybe I missed my running buddy Sara? Or maybe it was this –
There was no way I was running up that hill. It was a gradual climb that never ended. I sucked it up and walked. Ouch…my pride hurt more than my shins did during that mile.
My mileage continues to dwindle the bigger I get. Right now I’m averaging anywhere from 15-22 miles per week. And that includes 2 days of walking. I can only run 3 times a week and no more than 6 miles. My shins can’t handle the extra weight…and the last thing I want to do is risk a stress fracture. I space my runs out to allow ample rest time in between. For now, that works. In the wise words of Lauren Fleshman (whose pregnancy posts I love), “since I decided to opt out of any kind of heroic pregnancy training plan, it doesn’t bother me to only run 4-5 days a week, and take walk breaks now and then. Except for those times when it really bothers me.” I could not agree more with the last part.