I am officially addicted to running. If there has ever been any doubt in my mind (which there really never was), it has since disintegrated into nothingness.
As of tomorrow I am 40 weeks pregnant. Last week I finally gave myself permission to cease running for the duration of my pregnancy. That lasted a whopping day. My very next workout, which was supposed to be purely walking, turned into half run/half walk. The next workout I forced myself to walk only. I had washed my support belt (for the first time — ewww) and it was snugly stored in the pouch I purchased it in.
Last night I got the worst nights sleep ever and I woke up super grumpy. With every intention of walking only, I got on my treadmill and started to run. It felt ah-mazing. I felt free. I wasn’t wearing my support belt but figured it wouldn’t hurt anything because I am trying to encourage the baby out, after all. Boy was I wrong. After a mile I couldn’t go any further. My groin is so sore and I am having trouble walking. Rookie mistake. And I will never make that one again!
But before the injury… Ah… To feel free of baby, annoyance, kid, and pressure! I love the escape running has to offer. I accompanied my mom to the running store this morning for a new set of kicks for her, and just gazing at the wall of shoes got me all excited and tingly. Feeling the soft, light fabric of running shorts on my fingertips electrified me.
I can’t wait to have this baby. She is going to be gorgeous and amazing, yes. But I will be able to run again. Selfish? Possibly. But I can’t wait!
I am officially addicted to running.
