As they say, "It's always something." Not to grumble too much, but I have a new pregnancy-related 'ailment' each day. It's a known fact that pregnant women are more clumsy than their previous non-pregnant selves. Yesterday morning I whacked my right hand into a door knob. In all fairness, I've always done that kind of stuff... just not watching where I'm going! But last night the whack finally caught up with me. My hand started hurting for "no apparent reason." See, you also can't remember diddly when pregnant. But it finally hit me... then it all made sense. So my hand hurt, but I'll live. Then as I went to bed my left calf and foot ached like crazy. A combination of standing, stretching and two Tylenol finally made it better. Woe is me! 58 more days of this...
This morning I eagerly met Lisa at the park. It was 68 degrees when I was getting ready, and I just prayed that I could somehow fit into the one pair of shorts that MIGHT fit. They did. Hooray! So, 2 days after Christmas, we braved the heat and ferocious wind. I'm afraid we might have a tornado later! So hot and windy - yikes.
I did 5.85 miles. I'll be sore later (or NOW, truth be told) but I feel great about it. And what is the real miracle is that I did not have to make ANY pit stops. Can you believe that? I can not. That gives me great hope for my upcoming 10K, which only has restrooms at the start and finish. I attribute this 'miracle' to my pre-walk breakfast, as that is the only factor that has changed. I normally eat oatmeal prepared with milk, but today I was out so I had a PB&J. Who knows - maybe that is really what did it!
Coach Terry and I at the Rutledge Marathon back in November. It was very windy that day, too.