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Well, guys, today marks week 12 of being pregnant--THAT, though at the time with the nausea seemed to go slOOOOOOOOOOw, actually makes my head spin that it's already been 3 months.
How's the running you ask?
Man, reading some of the other pregnant runner gals' blogs--I thought, "Yeah, man, I got this--I'm gonna run through week 40. I'm just gonna do it, yeah!" They made it seem so easy, and I usually get so (friendly) competitive that I don't want to fail. I've been running, sometimes walking, sometimes it's slow, sometimes it's even slower.
At first, I felt low--like I was letting myself down because I couldn't keep up with what I had been doing, not the speed, not the mileage. I was getting jealous of my fellow people on Twitter with all their runs. And then, one day, I made a very comforting realization.
So here's the thing I've learned in running these past few months:
I don't give a shit anymore.
I know that sounds pessimistic, but I really don't mean for it to be. It's a great thing for me to learn. For over a year, I've been comparing myself to other runners, before pregnancy-worrying what people think of me, my race times, my abilities. Then with pregnancy-why have I gained a couple pounds when that chick didn't? Why do I already look heavier then she does, blah blah blah, bullshit. I can't keep doing that-I'm setting myself up to be disappointed-Each of us are completely different people-The End. It sounds silly to JUST come to this realization, but I suppose sometimes I'm a bit hard headed.
What is amazing to me is that, this baby is about the size of a lime, right? And it's already taught me something pretty amazing. And it's not just about running-though trust me, that was a big one. But about my weight and body, too--which you all know--I've always had an issue with. The fact of the matter is my body is going to change (and is already), for an amazing reason.
I am running super slow, my belly is expanding, and for once in my life--the goal is to gain weight. I am not looking to break records, run a marathon, or become some sort of pregnant fitness prodigy. What I am going to do is try to eat as well as I can, get 3-4 miles in a few times a week, and have a healthy baby. That's all, dude.
Some people will inevitably see this as my white flag, and it's so not the case--but if I can help other women get to the realization that comparing yourself is the wrong way to go about feeling good about yourself, I will consider myself successful :)
Go Fork Yourselves,
Krissy (and my bean!)
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