So I decided that since I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooowiped out from school, I'd introduce a little half-caff to my day. My doctor says that one cup of regular is fine, but I'm too much of a wuss to do that. Since the mere smell of coffee was enough to make me dry heave for 3 months, I figured a half-caff would do the trick.
It was WONDERFUL. Hello, old friend.
Made it through the school day with no problemo. Even had enough energy afterward to load Bug into the Trusty Bob stroller for a slow jog to and from the park!
My runs are getting slower and slower, but I decided to just count my minutes as "maternity miles." I got this idea from the Runner's World Guide to Running and Pregnancy--a MUST READ for any of you preggo chicks out there. Basically, you take your average running pace (mine's usually around 8:30-9 or so) and once you hit that time, it's a MATERNITY mile. So my 40 minute SLOW jog counts not as the 3 miles and change that it is, but as 4.5 MATERNITY MILES.
See? Good for the soul. :)
While running, I thought about how much I can't wait to race again. I mean REALLY race. Not just show up, which is what I kinda will do for the Spirit Run 5K and hopefully the Turkey Dash.
Part of me misses Ironman. Once you have that day, and experience all the highs, the lows, and the finish line, you crave it like my pregnant brain craves cheese.
(Seriously. I might be giving birth to a mouse.)
But I know that I don't miss what I would need to do to get there. I have zero--and I mean ZERO--desire to put in the 100 mile rides, the weekends where I leave at 6:30am on Saturday and return feeling like I've been hit by a truck at 5pm to go straight to an ice bath, food, and bed.
I just wanna play with my little Bug some, you know?
So I know that the half distance is just perfect for me now. And I am so excited to host Team Evotri at the BRAND NEW Rev3 race at my old stomping grounds, Cedar Point. The plan is to get a condo, relax on the Lake, and after the race pretend I'm 22 again and at the Islands.
(Well...maybe I'd better not go THAT far. Let me just say what we all used to say: "What happens on the Island, STAYS ON THE ISLAND.)
So bring on the maternity miles. I may be slow, but I have next season on the horizon. And I think I might have felt my first kick last night, too.
Life is good.