Yesterday I put on my winter uniform: some tights, a long sleeve tech shirt with a long sleeve race t-shirt on top, my blue hat, mittens and of course shoes and socks. It didn't take me long to figure out I really should have taken that extra minute to check the weather. Holy crap! It was cold! Apparently, a long sleeve t-shirt doesn't cut it when it's 14 degrees and windy. For the first mile and a half I was straight into the wind and I thought my neck would disintegrate and holding up my cotton t-shirt over it did nothing to help. Once I turned out of the wind I was actually ok and I ran out a little over three miles doing some extra loops on some side streets to extend my 5-miler to 6. But once I turned back to come home, POW! There was that wind again. UGH! A little over a mile and I was out of it again, thankfully.
The first rule of winter running is DRESS APPROPRIATELY! Duh.
But I made it out for 6 miles and I actually ran at a non-embarrassing pace. I was under 9:00 pace for the second half of the run. That's very good for me especially with the wind and snowy streets.
When I contemplating my second pregnancy way back when I always thought I'd be less cautious than I was with peanut and run to my heart's content. In many ways I am less cautious this time: I have no problem running on the roads, even covered in snow; I have no problem pushing the pace every now and then; and I completely trust my body to tell me what's ok and what's not--no second-guessing this time.
As for mileage, little did I know that for the first few weeks my heart (and stomach and whatever it is that controls the imminent need to SLEEP) could barely get me out the door for 20 miles a week. It was a struggle to get that in. For the last month or so I've felt quite a bit better and ready to roll, but now life is getting in the way. Peanut's sleep troubles, my work, the holidays and lots of other stuff seem to keep me from getting out there and running to my heart's content. Now when I head out I am good for an hour and sometimes more (although my bladder doesn't have quite the same patience!) I feel good and happy out on the snowy roads and it's not pulling teeth just to log a measly 4 miles. When I was feeling really awful during the first trimester, I set the minimum standard to be 4 miles, 5 days a week or 20 miles. Last week I ran 30 miles in 5 days and felt great and unrushed. This week, I hope to run at least 4 today so I can log at least 20 in 4 days.
I don't know. Last time I was pregnant the severe drop off in mileage hardly bothered me. This time it does quite a bit more so. Maybe it's because life is getting in the way this time. Maybe it's because I was in the middle of my first post-pregnancy comeback when I got pregnant this time: a break in momentum. I don't know.
I think a lot of it is the frustration that comes with not being able to do everything I want to do. Last time I was pregnant, my life was pretty settled and the only big thing going on was being pregnant. This time, I've got a kid, a brand new teaching job (which I am so nervous about--January 12 is my first day!), a very part-time contracting job, a messy house I'm in almost 24/7, friends I haven't seen in weeks and lots and lots of sleep that must be had. I can't do everything at 100% these days. I can be a 100% good mother and beyond that everything else just needs to get what I have to give. And for the most part I find satisfaction in that decision. But that overachiever part likes to focus on what I can't do or am not doing. I wish that came with an off switch!
So for this brand new year I hope for lots of things--a healthy pregnancy and baby, a healthy and happy family, a vibrant relationship with mrp, a beautiful and striving peanut--but, most notably I hope to find more self acceptance, inner peace and allow myself more contentedness.