Monday and Tuesday (post-vacation) I felt very, very unmotivated. While Monday would have definitely been a rest day, exercise-wise, Tuesday should not have been. But I just can't seem to get up early. Aargh. Even today I shut off my alarm. To my surprise, Chasen said "You're not going to walk?" as if it's a requirement! I said no, in a puny little unmotivated voice.
I kind of knew what it was... I have been lacking structure in all areas. Now is definitely the time to snap to action! So I decided that today was the day to "take my life back," so to speak. I got a major start on a new work project and even had a productive errand-running lunchtime. Yay! I was determined to get out for some moving just after work.
This sounds like a good plan, right? Well here's another piece of info. Today I officially felt like a whale. Ick. And here is my most whalesque photo from vacation:
Chasen, of course, smiles and says "There's my family." I just see HUGE! Ha.
I got out there. The weather was pleasant enough. The podcast was playing. The sun was setting. And I felt miserable. I just felt heavy, slow, breathless and aching. The outside of my legs from the knees down to the ankles felt so, so sore... as if I had never walked before! I forged ahead, but I was having bad thoughts like "pregnancy is miserable" and "I'll never run again" and "Gosh I miss being able to run - I lived to run - now all I can do is crawl along." Not fun! Lisa asked me to do the Race for the Cure this Saturday with her, and I had agreed to it, and I thought this evening I'd have to disappoint her saying that there was just NO WAY I could get through it all.
Chasen called and I barked. Normally I only 'bark' if he has ticked me off. I was soooo not happy. But then, somewhere around mile 1.5 it all got better. It was as if all of a sudden my body caught up with my mind. Nothing hurt. I was able to speed up. Life was again great. Thoughts switched to "I am going to work out through this entire pregnancy!" and "My body will move much easier in a few months!" and "Yum - I have roast in the crock pot."
That walk, even with its rough start, was just what I needed. I made it a 5K and even got a negative split clocking 18:27, 18:16 and 17:51. Next stop: online maternity running attire!