I ran by myself this afternoon. I was great for the shade in the
woods. I was very slow and enjoyed the run very much. At first all
I could feel is my stomach stretching and bouncing and my knees
aching. That lasted for the first two miles. And then the last
mile my hips were achy.
So I've been thinking a lot about Sarah. I knew she was tough,
but her toughness has raised twenty billion fold in my eyes. Sasha has
said "she is not a super-athlete," but definitely there is
something super about Sarah. Maybe it's a mental toughness and great
pregnancy genes that make it possible to be having her sixth baby and running
109 miles or more her first six months of pregnancy. Not to mention
running the entire seventh month and racing in her eighth month. (I have
no doubt William will love to run. Running will be an instinctive part of
his life. Maybe my Will will love Intermediate Algebra.)
Anyway, Sarah, I think you are amazing. You are a super runner
mother. And I am so glad I can call you my friend.
I'm due April 11th-ish, so I am told. I'm twelve weeks on
Saturday. My mileage won’t look anything like Sarah’s. And that’s okay, because I’m not Sarah. (Maybe when I have my sixth baby, but I am
not sure I’ll make it to six.) My goal
is exercise at least thirty minutes six days a week for the entire
pregnancy. I signed up for the four mile race instead of the 10 miler in
the Indian Summer Classic. I also signed up for the four miler at
Thanksgiving in Ohio. I plan on walking it.
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