Oh hey everyone! How are you all? That break was longer than I intended!!
In the UK, we find ourselves in the middle of ‘Summer’ gearing up for the next batch of races. My Facebook feed tells me it’s one month till the Great North Run, with none other than Mo Farah, and I have friends training for marathons such as Berlin (Sept 27). On the other side of the world, my Dad has just run the City2Surf in Sydney and smashed his fundraising goal, and Gilly is all about owning Melbourne once more.
And here am I – right now, sat in bed with a coffee and a belly. So how does a pregnant runner cope in this most exciting time of the year?
The answer is…. by not getting jealous. It sounds so so simple, but when it’s a gorgeous Summer’s evening and perfect for a run, it’s not! And when your imagination starts to run wild, and you picture yourself running the GNR, and bumping into Mo at the end, and becoming friends and training buddies and this would all totally happen if only I was able to run… you get the idea. #FOMO in the worst way (that’s ‘fear of missing out’ – I learned it from one of our graduates at work. I can still kick it with the youth).
5th June marked the last outdoors run that I’ve done. It wasn’t meant to be the last run, but since then every time I thought about running, it just made me feel uncomfortable. It’s the bouncing mainly: Baby B got to a size where it would take a long time for it to settle down, and it didn’t feel great.
So I joined a gym! It’s less than 10 minutes walk from my house, and I’m in love with it. They have a gym, an indoor pool, outdoor pool, a creche/nursery,Â andÂ a hair and beauty salon. It’s been a long time since I had a gym membership – Sex & the City was still a current show back in those days.
The best thing about the gym is the variation. It’s like a buffet dinner! You can do classes, you can do weights, cardio, swimming, whatever your little heart desires. And you can mix and match. These days I’m partial to a bit of weights plus cardio, and then I jump in the outdoor pool for about ten minutes and pretend that I actually know what I’m doing. Here is my current workout of choice:
- 25 minutes on the cross trainer on a random setting, level 8 (covers about 4.5kms apparently)
- 3 sets leg extension – 12.5kgs
- 3 sets leg press – 12.5kgs
- 3x arm… weights…. Ok. Not sure of the real name for this machine, but you pull weights towards you to work out one side of your arm, and then sit down and push them out to work out your chest
None of the weights are very heavy, but it’s designed to keep some kind of fitness and strength level whilst also being a gentle workout of my core. My legs haven’t had any serious workout since November, and believe me, these weights are more than enough to start getting them back on track!
I have also taken up Aqua aerobics, as recommended for pregnant women by every. single. person. in. the. world. I was surprised at the resistance the water provides: my arms get pretty tired throughout it. I’m not sure of the cardio benefits, but itÂ isÂ really really nice to be in the water and jumping around. Even if it’s not the same as 25 mins on the cross trainer, it gets me moving and keeps me mobile.
So we’re in the home stretch, Baby B and I: it will be making an appearance in the very near future. And then I have six weeks to recover and get my life back in order, andÂ then the training for London shall begin. Starting with making sure everything still works after what’s about to happen!
In other news, we went away for our last weekend sans-enfant. It was a golf weekend, so…. I was thrilled. Nah, it was fun: we went with three of SB’s friends and their wives/girlfriends. While the boys played golf, we went in the pool, had spa treatments, afternoon tea, drank wine (or diet coke) on the terrace… And then tore up the putting green, much to the chagrin of the boys.