going to my happy place
As I’m entering my second trimester, I feel really great. It’s almost hard to remember that I’m pregnant now since I don’t have any pesky side effects reminding me of it. Well, other than the growing belly.
So this would be the perfect time for me to enjoying bike rides again, right? Right. Except that Mother Nature had something else in mind when she made it around 0 degrees Fahrenheit (!) on most mornings this past week. We’ve also continued to get more snow and the roads are slippery, the sidewalks uncleared, and I’ve even lost my footing a couple of times just walking from my office to the library on campus. So I’ve been catching a ride to work with my husband and looking wistfully at my forlorn bike in the garage, hoping to be able to ride it again soon.
While I haven’t been riding much, I’ve been trying to keep up with a regular fitness schedule especially since my fatigue is gone and I feel pretty good in the evenings. Due to the aforementioned weather predicament, my runs have been relegated to the treadmill in our basement. Ugh. Nothing makes a 30 minute run feel more like an hour run than staring at a blank wall and a shelf of out of season clothing. So I’ve been listening to my favorite playlists and picturing my favorite routes from my runs in Munich last year and going to my ‘happy place’ inside my mind. Even after a boring treadmill run, I still feel so much better and I’ll take that over not running at all. Especially since I’m not biking either.
Last night on the treadmill, I had that dreaded first run during which you realize that ten minutes in you have to pee. Even though you just peed before lacing up your running shoes. I’m only 14 weeks pregnant and it’s already starting. I’ve heard other pregnant runners talk about planning their running routes according to porter potty stops but I don’t have any bathroom possibilities on any of the routes around my house. So I’m not really sure what to do there. Cop a squat behind a tree? Maybe after the temperature rises a little above freezing. For now, it’s treadmill time and sad little looks towards my bike in the garage. I can’t complain though, I spent almost all of December cycling before we got our major snow falls and I’m sure I’ll be out there again soon. I’m running, my belly’s still small enough that I don’t require special belts or wrappings (those running contraptions to help support your belly once it’s in its own zip code), and I’m looking forward to warmer days and the return to outdoor adventures that’s bound to come. ~S.