Happy Tuesday! I meant to do a post for Monday but we had company Sunday night and we went to bed way past our bedtime. It was a great excuse not to blog.
Saturday marked 30 weeks in my pregnancy and the end of another pretty good week. I ran 42 miles last week and felt really great with my running. It takes me a little longer to run these days and I have to take frequent bathroom breaks, so on days that I am feeling really good, I just break my run into two parts. For example, last Tuesday I did a 6 miler in the morning and finished the day with a nice easy 5 mile run.
My stomach seems to be growing by the day which hasn’t made running too difficult yet, but it did throw me off a bit the other day when I tried to swim in the deep end of a pool. Everything seems to have shifted a little bit!
Our treadmill is temporarily out of commission (a belt broke) so I am doing a few runs outside. This isn’t my preferred mode of running these days, due to bathroom locations, but I leave myself the option of doing two shorter runs.
I’m still working several days during the week and that is going well. But when I work a full shift, I am exhausted by the time I get home. I plan to work through the month of August and actually will be picking up some extra hours at the end of the month to help out some co-workers. However, after that I plan to really scale things back. You just never know how those last few weeks will go.
On Saturday we drove to Traverse City for Mary’s swim lessons at the Y. It worked out perfectly for me to get a few hours in with clients while Mary and Rock went for a swim and then a run together. We then drove back home and loaded up the car and headed to our cottage at the lake for a week.
Rock asked me to stop on the way and grab some worms, because Mary is in love with fishing off of the dock. When I stopped in the small party store, I decided to grab some butter for the next morning. There is a tiny diner down the road from our cottage and they make the best pancakes. I had big plans for take out the next morning.
When I went to pay at the counter, I set the worms and butter down and the girl who rang me up asked, “Is that your weird craving? Worms and butter?” I had to laugh. Some people say the strangest things to you when you are pregnant (such as the woman at TJ’s who proclaimed I was definitely having a boy last time), or just help themselves to a belly rub (not cool). I appreciated her sense of humor and it made me smile all day.
While summer weather has been a bit odd here in Northern Michigan (lots of rainy days and cooler weather) we had a splendid weekend. I sat out on the dock and worked on training plans for clients Saturday evening.
Sunday was bright and sunny and after a giant serving of homemade cinnamon bread and pancakes from Shirley’s, I got a slow 6 mile run in the sun. It felt great and I now consider any run without the need for a potty break to be a major success!
Afterward we had some friends out to play and grill. It was a perfect day/evening and we went to bed way too late. Isn’t that what summer is all about?!
How was your weekend? What are your standards for a “successful run?”