Some aspects of this fifth pregnancy are surreal. I get busy with the four other kids and the business and then I suddenly remember that, if all goes as it should, there will be another little person around here in less than three months. Hope I remember to buy diapers and wipes!
Of course, other times I am less able to forget the realities of gestation. Like at 5 a.m. when my little buddy is up kicking me in the ribcage, for instance. Or when I’m running.
I have run at least a mile every day since December 24, 2016. So that includes the first six months of this pregnancy. I’m officially in the third trimester now. I’m still running daily. I’d like to make it to Christmas Eve (36-37 weeks) and hit three years, though since I already ran for 1000 days straight — my original goal — I’m just taking it as it comes.
For the most part, it still feels good. I run slowly, rarely averaging faster than 12-minute miles (my easy non-pregnant pace is more like 10:30). I wear two sports bras. I wear an Amon maternity band (sort of like a sports bra for my belly) and then a second non-sports band on top of it to make sure it stays up; I welcome suggestions on people’s favorite support gear. My running tights hit under my bump so they’ll keep working, though what I’m struggling with right now is the cold weather gear. My winter running jackets are fitted, and are getting hard to zip. I imagine that a good (wind-proof, water-resistant, breathable) cold-weather maternity running jacket is going to be a difficult piece of gear to find. So maybe I’ll make due with old fleeces.
In past pregnancies, I had a lot of tightness in my shin muscles by this point. It always got better once I warmed up, and I now realize that running every day means my muscles don’t get the same chance to grow cold. Fingers crossed, my shins have not been an issue so far. So, chalk one up for the streak!
I will admit to being a tiny bit self-conscious. I’ve only had one person actually say anything to me, though there are some puzzled looks. That’s one reason I like my weekend morning runs around 7 a.m. Fewer folks out and about to deal with. But I so vastly prefer running outside to the treadmill that I am willing to deal with the fact that not everyone is up-to-date on the research showing that exercise is so good for mom and baby that not exercising is generally more risky for pregnant women than running.
And even though I’m slow, that runner’s high, and the sense of wonder that comes from running through the autumn landscape, is still there. I’m glad that I’m still running now, and I’m looking forward to how fast I hope to be flying in 6 months!