Those who can, run. Those who can’t, write about running.
But I can’t really run right now (being almost 8 months pregnant and all). And I’m a wee bit jealous of my friends who are running comfortably. So I’m going to make myself feel better by writing about running.
The last time I really went for a run was in May. With the baby literally bouncing on my bladder, in a three mile run I had to stop twice to pee. And there were no bathrooms. Thankfully I was in a wooded park.
I’ve walked and swum and cycled some along with doing Bradley exercises to get in shape for labor. I’ve enjoyed all the extra time I have with long runs taken out of the schedule. Sometimes it’s been nice to be “lazy.” But I miss the freedom of flying along the ocean down the East Bay Bike Path, the satisfaction of completing 16 miles before church on a Sunday morning, the mental clarity after hours spent turning over my thoughts to the rhythm of my feet, the coolness of drying tear tracks on my cheeks as I run out my angst, the invincible strength of my lungs.
Only 12 weeks till I start training again…5-6 until my due date, then 6 after birth for recovery. Then I’ll have almost a year to prepare for the Amsterdam Marathon in October 2012.
Do you ever feel like a poseur when you talk or write about something you’re not doing? Because I totally do.
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