Wednesday, June 26, 2013
I have run 70 miles so far this month, and that includes the week I took off when I was sick. I have made a lot of progress. I am loosing weight, getting faster, and my husband keeps on shouting "you are looking amazing!" every night when he gets home.
I am not back to my fastest pace yet, but I am ok with that. Actually my fastest run EVER was the day before I found out I was pregnant.
I will never forget that day! I had taken a pregnancy test the day before, and it was negative. I woke up that morning, and took another one. Negative again. I honestly thought I was loosing my mind. I really felt pregnant. I believed I was having some kind of phantom pregnancy. I cried my eyes out, I felt insane, I thought I might have to make an appointment with a therapist because I couldn't go on like this. Then I put on my running shoes.
Running is great therapy for me. I got through law school, the bar exam, and planning a wedding (possibly the most stressful of all, it is a miracle anyone ever makes it to the alter) by hitting the pavement and burning through some running shoes. But none of those experiences come close to the stress of "am I pregnant or am I not". I ran for five miles through the trees. The first mile my average pace was 8.57, then 9.34, then 9.10; that may not seem like a lot to you but it is the fastest I have EVER ever run.
And now with my beautiful baby in tow, we are back at; and have gone from about 11:30 to 10:20 per mile, maybe 10 if I am doing just a 5k. Running with my baby has been a fantastic healing experience after my c-section. After my hippy birth center plans felt through I felt very powerless recovering from the emergency c-section. I could hardly care for myself let alone this new little life and it has been a slow road back, but right now I am feeling STRONG!