While I felt great and even invincible during the race on Saturday, by Sunday my body was happy to remind me that I'm doing everything for two these days.
After last months race I also needed a little extended recovery time…then add 4 weeks of baby growing to that...and the recovery get's even tougher.
I spent Sunday and Monday sleeping a lot. I couldnt' get back to a place where I felt totally mentally present and I was just so crazy exhausted. Additionally, my muscles felt like I had just run 20 miles. My legs were intensely sore, to the point where there were times that I used my hands to aid myself in walking up the stairs. My hips were aching inside and out, and my round ligaments (the ones under my uterus) were very sore and crampy. When I would wake up in the mornings, my body felt as thought I spent the previous evening in an elaborate ninja fight.
I felt that way Sunday, Monday and into Tuesday.
I was actually nervous that I may have strained something. During pregnancy your body releases a hormone called relaxin, which does exactly what it sounds like. It relaxes your joints to allow you to push a human out of yourself. Because of the relaxed state of your joints, pregnant women can be more prone to athletic injuries. Boo.
Thankfully there were no injuries…just hell to pay for kicking ass.
Needless to say…it was a tough recovery…especially for such a short race.
I want more than anything, to be able to run throughout my entire pregnancy. I love running, and I'm amazed at the things my body is still capable of this far into pregnancy. However, after this increase of necessary recovery time and the intensity of the strain on my body, for what would typically be a short and sweet race/recovery... I'm afraid that if I go balls to the wall through too many more pregnant races, I may find myself at a place where I've overdone it. Forcing me to take a break from running during this pregnancy.
Like I said Monday, during Saturdays race I felt fantastic. My body was doing what it was trained for, I didn't feel strained at all, and Aria was on board with everything. It wasn't until after the race that I felt so beaten down.
I'm such a competitive person, that this scenario is not good. With me feeling so great during races, I'll just keep pushing to the limit, like my athlete brain is wired to do. And eventually something will give.
As much as I said I would just be racing for fun this year…I now realize that it's completely unrealistic to believe that I will sign up for a race, to get out there and trot around for fun. It's just not me.
So after a lot of thought, I decided that I'll be sitting back and sticking to training runs through the rest of my pregnancy, instead of racing events.
I'll still be training and running every day. I just won't be toeing the line at any more races until after Aria is born. As much as I love racing...I feel like this is the right decision for my body.
On a completely unrelated note…I can't stop eating these tofu dogs…
Arugula, Hot Peppers, Relish…Yum!
Happy Wednesday everyone!!!!