As I wrote in yesterday's post, Stephen and I ran a 15K (run, not race) on Sunday. A sort of last-hoorah long run for me that I had scheduled back when we made our 25 Goals list. We typically run the Boilermaker 15K each year, so accomplishing the distance felt amazing.
Here's me after the run:
And here's our pace:
A bit of a drop from last year's 1:13:45 finish (7:55 miles), but for good reason, I'd say. I'm just happy we maintained a comfortable, steady pace.
Look at how each mile blended into the next . . .
What this shows me is that I wasn't pushing myself. And Stephen's a saint for sticking with me. He could blast this relatively flat course in under 55 minutes if he wanted to.
One more geeky chart for elevation:
As far as fuel goes, we stopped back at our house around the 4.7 mile point.
I sprayed myself with our hose.
I ate some applesauce and drank tons of water.
We both peed (TMI? I think I'm desensitized becasue my whole day is spent rushing to/from the bathroom.). No photo for that one.
HOW DID THE RUN REALLY GO?
First, I'll start with this: I have never had high expectations with my running through pregnancy. So far, I've approached it cautiously, yet with some gusto. I ran a half marathon my first trimester. And every other week since, I have kept up long runs around the 15K distance. This being said, I never take a single run for granted and treat each like it could be my last.
Last week's schedule looked a bit like this:
Monday: 2.5 mile jog by the shore with 2-mile walk at the end.
Tuesday: Rest/Travel day.
Wednesday: 3 mile run at 9:20 pace.
Thursday: 6 mile run at 9:30 pace.
Friday: Rest day.
Saturday: 4 mile run at 9:15 pace.
Sunday: 9.3 mile run at 9:38 pace.
I felt strong, confident, and happy with my activity all week. 20 weeks pregnant and completing 25 miles -- awesome. Now, I've been taking my runs at a slower pace since I started getting more of a baby belly and change in my center of gravity. The heat, too, has been somewhat brutal.
After this particular 15K run, I was feeling good. I did all the right things. Drank water. Took a cold shower. Ate a TON. But when I settled down for a long afternoon's semi-nap (watching TV in bed for hours on end), I started to notice a painless tightening in my lower abdomen. It was something I had felt several times before, so at first I didn't think much of it. But as the afternoon went on, the tightening became more frequent. Not stronger in intensity, but definitely there.
Was I having . . . contractions?! Yikes! For WEEKS I had noticed them, it seems -- times when I'd feel her little body, almost like a knot in my stomach -- but never with this much frequency. So, I did what I hate to do, but knew I absolutely NEEDED to do: I called my midwife. On a sunny Sunday afternoon. Thing is, my midwife is on a trip, so I spoke with the other midwife in the practice, who doesn't know anything about my running history.
She immediately said: "Well, obviously you're doing too much. 9 miles!" Then, in a very frank tone, she continued: "No pain? No bleeding? You're fine. Just take two Tylenol, lay down, and drink water. If they don't hurt, you're fine. If you don't see blood -- you are fine."
Of course, her explanation wasn't that easy for me to accept. I did as she instructed. They calmed down for a bit. But then they returned after dinner. Same frequency. So, after a couple more hours, I called her again. At 10PM. She was still trying to convince me that I'd be OK -- even with as many contractions as I was having. But my mommy instinct is setting in: I refused to believe her. She reluctantly offered for me to come in Monday to be checked out.
I called at 8AM to make my appointment and got in by 10. When I got there, they gave me every test in the book. I wasn't having many "contractions" anymore. The ones I was having were still painless, but I was worried that somehow something was wrong.
Baby girl was moving a TON the night before.
I didn't know I'd have another ultrasound, so getting to see her put my mind at ease . . . First, the tech told me she's still a girl. And she is doing GREAT. Heart rate was 154 BPM. Cervix is just as it should be. Placenta: Good. Everything else checked out clear, too. Ultimately, the midwife thinks it was uterine irritation brought on by dehydration -- perhaps that began as early as our babymoon.
She instructed me to take it easy for a few days and to drink "more water than [I] think [I] need."
Not hard, because it's 95 degrees with high humidity right now. I haven't had any contractions today. But -- regardless -- I know my running has to scale back. I'm totally fine with that. In all honesty -- I'd been planning it, too. This experience showed me, however, that the sooner I shift my schedule, the better.
More on THAT tomorrow . . .
Pregnant/previously pregnant women out there: When was YOUR I'm-not-a-super-woman experience during pregnancy? The midwife said to me before I left the appointment: "Welcome to the second half. You're in for a world of new frights!" She was being nice about it, of course, but it left me feeling odd. Just leave a comment or email us at neverhomemaker [at] gmail [dot] com.
Oh, yeah. And Pequeña has my feet! You can tell because the second toe is longer than all others :)
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