I surprised myself on Tuesday by getting a little competitive at a teeny tiny 5K my sister and her youth group put together. I ran it, and I did the best I could do. But I was 5 minutes slower than my personal record. And I was the second woman by almost a minute. I didn’t expect to be the first woman, not at all, but I was kind of surprised by my 25 minute time. It’s not like I was going that slow. I was pushing myself at least a little bit. I haven’t lost that much fitness in the past 7 months, have I? I will admit to being slightly discouraged.
I think these things, but then I remember that it takes me some serious effort to get off the floor after playing with the boys. I need to sit down to put my pants on. I sometimes waddle. So why do I think I can run a 5K anywhere near my peak-non-pregnancy-fitness pace of 6:40/mile? That would be ridiculous.
As for my 10K tomorrow, I’m hoping to finish in less than an hour. But if I don’t, well, it will probably be good for me to recognize my limits. Remember that running is for fun. Acknowledge that ten pounds of weight on my abdomen actually does make a difference.
(The photo is of a lady I saw running the Brooklyn Half a few weeks ago. She was 20 weeks pregnant and looking good!)