Run Baby

I love to run.  If I go too many days without a good run, I miss it in more ways than one.  Running is such complete therapy.  When I run, I am able to pray, then ponder, then listen, then pray some more.  At the beginning of my pregnancy, I had to stop running for a while because of a massive subchorionic hemorrhage.  When the hemorrhage healed, however, I resumed running.  About six weeks ago, I got home from my run and told Jeff that my running days were numbered.  It was just getting so much harder as my belly got so much bigger.  He, of course, did not see the tragedy in my announcement.  Then one of my friends suggested I get a "belly band" to wear while I ran.  I put a shout-out on Facebook and within hours had a belly band donated to my cause (thanks Janelle!)  My next run was no easier, it turns out, but it totally made a difference in how I felt for the rest of the day.  Hooray!  I could keep running with this great new tool.

This morning my run felt awesome.  I slept in a little bit since the kids didn't have school today, then Star (my dog) and I headed out.  The fall air was cool, but not cold, the sunrise was beautiful, and there was a slight morning frost on everything in sight.  It felt so good to be running.  When I got home, Levi (who is 6) took this photo of me:

I'm a knockout at 33 weeks pregnant right after my morning run, right?  Well it turns out that the rest of my body didn't feel like my run was such a pleasant experience.  The ligaments in my upper thighs are crying out with every step I take, and my lower back has been whining all day long.  I again told Jeff that I don't think I'll be able to run much longer.  He again did not understand why this was such a bad thing.  Baby and I (and Star) will give our morning run one more shot day after tomorrow, and if things are as sore as they were today, my next run will have to be a few weeks after Baby is born.  Thank heavens (and Marci) that I have Zumba to tide me over if I have to stop running!  Whew!