The run itself was actually pretty spectacular for me these days. I am surprising myself with how relatively fast I'm running this time around. I am a good minute per mile faster on my runs this pregnancy than I was last pregnancy. I'd bet a lot of that has to do with the cold weather versus the summer heat. But I also like to think some of that is because I'm in better shape. Who knows. I'll take it whatever the reason! But, according to the garmins we were running 8:40's at least for a while over the course of 10 miles. And I was even effortlessly conversating at that pace. Seriously, it felt easy.
The rest of the week was pretty dismal for my running. I only got a run in two other days and each of those runs were just 4 measly miles on the mill. The weather was very bad so I couldn't sneak out after mrp got home and I certainly couldn't take peanut out in that. So, I was stuck in the basement and either wasting a nap time when I should be working or waiting until after peanut went to bed when I was pretty much in zombie mode with just enough energy to cook and eat dinner before crashing. The one night mrp came down and talked to me for four miles and the other run I sucked it up and wasted a nap time. The rest of the days of the week provided no such inspiration. Oh well. 18 miles is better than nothing. Hopefully this is a pregnancy running low-point.
Anyway, I guess I'll be hitting the hay now. Maybe if I get a good night's sleep I can start the next week off with a run.