All winter, I have planned on NOT running any organized races this spring. At all. Anytime anyone at running group asked me what I was training for, I said "childbirth". I was planning on spectating at the big race (there's a half marathon, quarter marathon aka 6.55 miles, and 5k) here in Columbus next weekend, and then driving to Cinci to spectate at the Flying Pig on Sunday.
And then this morning, I wake up and think to myself...I want to run the Cap City quarter. What? Why? I will be 29 weeks pregnant, FFS. And all I can think in response is...Why not? 6-7 miles is currently my happy distance (meaning any more than that and my body hates me), Junior takes running as an opportunity to take a nap, and I can just go at my own pace and enjoy it.
So I'm going to do it. And then spectate for my friends running the half, and still go to Cinci to spectate (and go to the new Athleta store with my sister). I'm out of my damn mind, right?
You're not crazy! Madison always took great naps when I ran during pregnancy.
I won't lie, the nap is part of my motivation. A six mile run is good for quiet baby during the run and at least a couple of hours afterwards-so he should be raring to go by the time I get down to Cinci later that afternoon and see my sister and BIL (my sister has been dying to see a good kick fest).