The other day a co-worker came up to me and we had this conversation:
"Hey, I heard you were pregnant!"
Obviously, news travels fast around my office.
"Yep, I'm in my 26th week. Only another week and I'll be hitting my third trimester."
"Wow, I had no idea that you were even pregnant until Rob mentioned it the other day. I just thought you were getting a little chubby."
And that's what I was scared of. I'm in that stage where you just can't quite tell that I am pregnant, but you can definitely tell that I've put on a little weight. Like 17-18 pounds worth of who the hell knows what. So to most people, I look like I've been hitting up the Cheetos and ice cream all winter (which I have, especially the Flaming Hot Cheetos, but that's besides the point). How many other people are out there thinking that my low belly bulge is due to me not being able to put down the beer and nachos.
This weekend, I had the pleasure of running with 4 other people as part of a team for the Colfax Marathon Relay. We decided that the pregnant runner (that's me in case you hadn't figured that out yet) would get the shortest leg, so I only had to run 4 miles. I am still putting in about 15-20 miles a week, with a 6 miler on the weekends, so 4 miles sounded like a good time to me.
We had a group of 4 of us and needed one more person, so I conned my husband into joining the relay team and then decided that he would do the first relay leg, which meant he had to get up at the ass crack of dawn in order to be at the 6:00 am start (none of the rest of us wanted to get up that early). Moral of the story, if I ever ask you to join my team, be ready to take the crap end of the stick. Actually, he honestly didn't mind, he's an early riser anyway and enjoyed running in the cool morning air.
Anyway, he had the first leg, which meant that he handed off to me and I got to truckin' on my big 4 miles. My leg started at Invesco field, home of the Denver Broncos, and the first mile was a climb out of the stadium and up to Sloan's lake. I have the cardiovascular system of an 80 year old asthmatic smoker right now, so I felt like I was sucking wind on the hill and I decided to walk just a bit, which made me wonder if people where thinking that I was a lazy turd because my leg had just started and I was already walking and panting up the hill. I had on the tightest extra small shirt that I could find and I hope it accentuated my belly and people knew I was big and pregnant and not too lazy . I mustered a little strength to push up and over the end of the hill and we finally made it to flatter ground around the lake. I had already decided at the start of my run leg that mind over matter was the way to go on the need to pee/lack of bathroom problem, so I tried to focus on other things, such as goose poop. There was goose poop in certain areas on the sidewalk and the focus it took concentrating on avoiding the droppings took my mind off my aching bladder. .
There were so many marathoners out on the course and it made me long to be in their race shoes. I love the feeling of race day, when all of your training and hard work comes together to accomplish a goal. Someday. I'll be back out there someday, but right now, I was just happy to be doing what I love to do.
To make a long story short, because we all hate long race reports: I saw the 4 hour pace group pass me, leeched onto the back end of them, and I finished. AND without peeing my pants.
After my leg, I took a bus back down to the finish and to wait for the rest of my team to finish up their legs of the 26.2 miles.
Here's a pic of my husband and me. This was his first running race!
Here's my team, which was suitably named Hack Job. We consisted of: two newbie runners who were doing their first race, a girl with a bum injured knee, and a pregnant runner. Not the fastest team in the world, but being the fastest wasn't the goal for us, we just wanted to enjoy the experience and have a great time. We finished up with a 4:13 marathon chip time.
One of the newbie runners is stoked to start training for his first half marathon this fall and while I had high hopes that my husband would be joining me in more races, I think he is content to be a biker and occasional runner.
Plus, he will be watching the baby next year while I run my non-pregnant butt off.
This weekend was also prom for my daughter Madison. I must say brag a little and say that she looked absolutely gorgeous, so very grown up. I can not believe she will be a senior next year, where has the time gone?
Next up is the Denver Color Run on May 26th.