Oh, The Races You'll Miss!

Husband: You want to know the best thing about your pregnancy? No races.

BB: :(

My husband is a trooper.

He's the best race spectator in the world (I like to call him "Crew Chief"), and I think he definitely earned a break from the 5:00 am wake-up calls, navigating difficult race parking and having to talk me off the cliff when the slightest thing goes wrong (shirt isn't clean, can't find ipod, can't go to the potty, etc.). True <3

Rage Against Maternity Clothes

CONFESSION: Most maternity "fashion" options make. me. cringe. Behold:

FLOWERS EVERYWHERE. Because we need another reminder that YOU ARE IN FACT FERTILE. Get it? GET IT?!?! And criss-crossy tops! Because...because...WHY?! Pregnant ladies do not look good in criss-crossy tops.

Solution: I don't shop maternity anymore. I'm just buying oversized regular sized stuff.

Rant over. Thanks for listening.

Running partner

This is Gracie Lou, mid-howl and rocking her new pink comfort-fit harness.

See, turns out Gracie's walking speed perfectly matches my pregnancy-wobble-run stride for stride. This keeps her from pulling the fire out of the leash (which is why I've always been so reluctant to walk her in the past).

Now when I say the word "WALK," Gracie starts into this horrible whimper-howl of excitement, all the while throwing herself at the garage door. It's pathetic. AND ADORABLE!

Grace does pretty well on our runs. She's hyper-focused and pays little attention to people or other dogs.

The only problem we have is with BIRDS. They send her into a complete frenzy.

Kind of like when the ice-cream truck rolls by (for me, at least). I start the whimper-howl and throw myself at the door until Hubs restrains me.

I have a perfectly good excuse for not updating this blog.

Poor, poor pitiful blog. Nearly abandoned!

Nearly!

For the past year and a half, I've used law school as my "I'm too busy to do XYZ" excuse but BOY can I top that one:

I've been doing everything in my power to destroy my usually orderly bathroom? No, actually...

For the past six months, I've been growing a HUMAN. Hubs and I are expecting our first tiny slow-runner at the end of June.

Yes, we are excited! Yes, we planned this! And no, we don't know what we're having and we won't until we meet the critter!

Pregnancy is no excuse to stop exercising. Crippling morning sickness, however, is a different story.

But now I'm in my second trimester, feeling great and running 5 days a week again.

Don't call it a comeback!

Of course, pregnant running is extra, extra slow for me. And I can hardly do more than 3 miles. And there are lots of SUPER FUN pregnancy side effects that come into play (you'll never guess what happens every time I sneeze...unless you're a mom or mom-to-be...in which case WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME?).

But considering I didn't run more than 4 total miles for 12 weeks, I am pretty excited to be hitting the pavement again...even if I am forced to wear Hubs' work-out tees because mine don't fit no mo'.

It is my intention to a) run until I pop (or am advised otherwise); b) keep updating this blog; and c) not allow this blog to become a "mommy-blog" by keeping it running-centric.

What hurts today?
My knees. But only in the middle of the night. My doc told me not to worry-- pregnancy loosens your ligaments and "the extra weight doesn't help" (she tells me delicately).

Gracie!

It's my puppy!

Sometimes when I'm feeling a little stressed out, I google "Brittany Spaniel" and scroll through the images.

Art imitating life.

Long tread

The weather today was beautiful, but I opted to run at the gym instead.

It's my "long" run day (8 mi), and I don't know why I thought I could run for that long on a treadmill, but I thought "What the hey."

Well, I must have slipped into bizarro-running universe, because everything about my run today was the opposite of how I usually like to run:
a) I was on a treadmill
b) I was on a treadmill for more than 30 minutes
c) I was on a treadmill for more than 30 mintues in my running shoes (not my Vibrams)
d) I was on a treadmill for more than 30 minutes in my running shoes (not my Vibrams) while watching TV

And...it wasn't bad at all! Weird. Usually I get really bored on the t-mill, but today I was ok with it.

I know I'll be paying for it tomorrow, because my legs HATE my running shoes. Right now my hamstrings are scah-reeming.

In other news...school is COMING. Getting casebooks in the mail is like Opposite Christmas.

Broke(d)!

Preeeeetty sure I broke my Garmin.

I accidentally left it on ALL NIGHT and the battery was completely drained. I plugged 'er in to charge and got nuffin. I did the "soft reset" and got her rolling again, but when it stopped working right before my run.

SO. Trying not to panic. Although, running 8 miles without it (just like the old days) felt really good. I finished in 1:15, which is a little slower than usual, but not too far off my goal pace.

Pfft, "goal pace." I mean "don't walk, survive, think of dessert."

Guess I'll be running for duration (40 mins., 1 hour, etc.) until I figure this out.

Oh, and school is about to start again. HIP HIP!