So over the last few weeks, I’ve had about 4 runs since I last posted. Things are definitely slowing down.
I managed a 30 min parkrun, but I’m not going to lie, whilst at the time it didn’t hurt it certainly did after and my aching hips reminded me every time I needed to get up. I had a lot of fun that morning, did I realise it was my last parkrun for a while? No. But that probably made me enjoy it more as I didn’t have the lingering thoughts of ‘this is it’
What made me laugh the most was the sheer amount of people trying to ‘race’ me. Now quite visibly pregnant the looks on peoples faces as I went past them at a steady pace, was one of sheer horror as they immediately responded by putting a sprint in.. clearly not wanting to be beaten by the waddler, the men especially!
The guy who made chuckle the most was right in the finish area. With my 4 year old yelling ‘Go Mummy Go’ he turned, clocked me and the bump and loudly said ‘oh hell no’ as I was right on his heels whilst he was struggling to catch his breath. For a split second, I was tempted to put my foot down, I was still taking it fairly easy, but instead I laughed and ran in behind him. I would have had to barge him out the way as the finish line is quite narrow and I didn’t want to be THAT person. He was clearly elated with his victory and proudly told me he was never going to let me pass him. I didn’t have to heart to tell him I could have taken him quite easily and actually let him ‘win’. I couldn’t quite believe how competitive he was over a pregnant woman! I did have to laugh!
In the meantime, on Father’s Day, my afore mentioned 4 year old (the little high 5 machine above) took part in his first ever 5K. I ran/walked with him and I honestly thought he’d throw in the towel after 1 lap (2.5k) as often he gets tired even with Junior parkrun but he was determined to get round, catch his Daddy up and with the promise of a goody bag, his own medal and dressed in his race t-shirt, he was very proud, needless to say so was I! He managed to run quite a lot of the first lap, then walked the majority of the 2nd encouraged by some pocket haribo I’d smuggled along for the ride, but he managed a sprint finish, whilst lapping up the cheers! He wore his medal most of the day, then proudly hung it in his bedroom with his race bib! He’s learning already!!
Later that week the heatwave really kicked in. I’d planned my usual run to Starbucks for my free weekly coffee (decaf before anyone judges) but it was hotter than hot and was a little concerned about running in the 27c heat at 35 weeks! I decided to play it safe and maybe walk there instead? Didn’t want a boil in the bag situation!
That said I started off and I was in the shade and feeling fresh. I thought, run for 1k then switch to waking and see how I felt. 1k down, I was hot and switched to a brisk walk. Within a minute or two of walking and still in the shade I seemed to regulate my body temperature and thought I’d start running again after 1km of walking. Well it worked. I’d shortened the Starbucks run to 5k nowadays and I alternated for the 5k, doing a total of 3k running and 2k walking.
It was hot, super hot, but sticking to the shaded paths and regulating my temperature with walking I made it there feeling still relaxed and fresh. However, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed an iced coffee as much as I did that day! Being heavily pregnant in a heatwave sure is a challenge!
A week passed and I hadn’t ran again. I planned on parkrun that weekend but overslept (a rarity in my house I tell you) and actually couldn’t be bothered to rush about to make it there on time.
Later that week I had had a stressful midwife appointment, with threats of a C-section looming and things becoming even more complicated than before… I just needed some head space. Normally this is my cue to run. Escape everything. But, yet again it was hotter than the sun even in the evening. England were playing and I’m not going to lie the thought of an un-judged run knowing 99% of the population would be in a pub or glued to their sofas proved too much temptation. I knew this was getting towards the point I’d have to stop soon and the events of the day made me think this would happen any day now. I was booked in to see the consultant the next day and with no idea what they might say, I thought I’d head out for a late evening plod.
It was blissful. I wanted a route that was peaceful and pretty, I picked a route I’ve avoided most of my pregnancy due to the humongous hills, but that night I didn’t care. I wanted the views, it wasn’t an out back down the busy main road kinda run. I needed to lose my head and can’t do that with traffic steaming by.
I didn’t encounter another human being than night. Just some over friendly cows who I went to say hi too. I ran where I wanted and walked where I didn’t want to run (the hills, it was too hot for that)
I really enjoyed that run and really did have the feeling it would be my last. Yet somehow that made it all the more cathartic.
After a stressful week of more hospital appointments, I’ve come to the conclusion this weekend that at 37 weeks, that was indeed my last run (not forever, let’s not be over dramatic, but for a little while at least)
I always said I would stop when it hurt or I felt it might not be the right thing to do anymore. I’ve kind of reached both of those points now. No one has told me to stop, but given this little lady is determined to make us worry a LOT before she’s even arrived, I just feel the time is right to start taking it easy and stop her little weekly rollercoaster ride.
I’ve been so lucky to continue to run this far in, I thought this day would have come way earlier and not 1 or 2 weeks before I meet the newest member of the clan! I already feel a bit lazy, having not done anything, I did try swimming at the local Lido this weekend but it just felt too weird and unbalanced.
So for now at least, kit lay abandoned, there will be pics of me walking NOT Running to keep myself sane and soon enough will bore everyone instead with a plethora of pics of my newest achievement.
But for now… here she is still safely nestled inside for just a little longer! My little baby bump, that everyone keeps asking where it is, well here she is!!! I’m so ready to see her safe and well now it’s unreal. I should imagine the next post will probably be accompanied by a messy bun and puke on my shoulder… but bring it on I say!