Tuesday, June 29, 2010

exercising while pregnant: 23 weeks

To see my exercise update at 20 weeks, click here.

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Yeah. This physically hurts me to be putting preggie pics of me up on the world wide web. I think I am somewhere around 23 weeks or so. I think I measured my belly wrong the last time, because when I measured it this time, apparently I am still 36 inches around. And this is right after eating a greasy quesadilla and a half (that half was for you, Suz.)  Last time I thought I was 36 inches around, and I know for a fact I am bigger than three weeks ago. My ribs and the esophagus that has made its way up to somewhere around my neck are telling me so. At my last doctor's appointment a few weeks ago, I had gained 3 kilos (6.6 pounds). Which means I have probably gained about 8 or 9 pounds by now. Maybe more. This is the point in time where I start gaining about a pound every week. It's not subtle, that's for sure.

So this last week marked the true ludicrosity (this is not a real word) of having signed up to do a half marathon. I still have six more weeks to go. SIX MORE WEEKS. My belly is already huge, and I will grow a lot bigger and gain a lot more in six more weeks. I told my friend Erin that this half marathon at 29 weeks pregnant will go down in history as one of the top ten dumbest moments of my life. I won't tell you what else is on that list, but it might include police, boys, and an incident of indecent exposure in a weight room during my Senior year of high school.

During the week, I have been running about four to five miles on two different days during the week, then doing the elliptical for 40 minutes (or bike or doing a class) combined with strength training and yoga/pilates on the other two or three days. Saturdays, I generally have been doing longer runs but have started to have to walk up inclines greater than 30 degrees. This past Saturday, I ran seven miles, but walked about a half a mile two different times (during mile 4 and the last part of mile 7 - both on the inclines of my run). I also always, always stretch for at least 15 to 30 minutes after every workout. If I don't stretch, I truly regret it.

So I will be honest here. Running does not feel good when I start out. Usually ever. But at 23 weeks, the first two miles feel especially excruciating. It hurts. It just does. BUT once I get past that initial inertia and my body sets into a comfortable motion (law of physics, friends), I am feeling good through most of the duration of the run. The rest of the day, though, don't ask me to do anything. All I want to do is lie down and nap. I also have greater pain in my pubic symphysis (the area of cartilage right in my groin between my pelvic bones) on those days I run. Walking over to the fridge feels more like a concerted waddle over to the fridge. I know it is the weight of my belly on that spot. Probably akin to hammering an 8-pound weight right over that piece of cartilage every time I run.

Here is what I would recommend by this point in time. If you are halfway through your pregnancy (with no half marathon in sight), walking, swimming, the elliptical, and the stationary bike are all great options for cardio. If you are taking a class, always take the lower options (for instance, while people are doing jumping jacks in the class, march in place, or if people are doing plyometric lunges or squats, then eliminate the jumping aspect and take the low impact option). I also highly recommend a continuation of strength training. Strength training not only increases muscular strength but also builds bone density. Muscular strength and endurance = better prepared for labor. Which, uh... I don't do since I have my babies via c-section, but I like to think it still makes my recovery easier. In my second and third trimesters, I generally do not lift more than 25-30 pounds and do a high amount of reps. I generally use 5-, 8- and 10-pound free weights for triceps, biceps, shoulders, chest and back work while pregnant.

Doing leg and hamstring extensions with resistance have provided the greatest relief on my knee joints as my weight increases. I feel a huge difference when I include these strength training exercises as part of my workout. And really, this is important for runners - whether you are pregnant or not. Our knees require a balance of strength between the opposing muscle groups (the quads and the hams) in order to function properly.

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Also, my friend Lisa picked up this snazzy little Nathan hydration waist pack for me - in pink! It's the cutest and I love it. It doesn't bounce during my runs and provides all the hydration I need on those longer runs. Clothing wise, I have found two favorites: the BornFit Oxford Maternity Skort and the BornFit Rudy Seamless Maternity Tank. I love the skort because it has a wide waistband that really holds in my belly - eliminating my need so much for the Gabriella Maternity belt I've been wearing around the block. I also love the seamless maternity tank by BornFit (less chafing). Other than that, though, there is a shocking lack of maternity workout wear and I am on a mission to see that the fit mothers of the world no longer have to resort to ribbed cotton or neon-trimmed tanks on the treadmill. And those maternity gaucho capris? So wrong.

Basically, friends. I am still running. Four to six miles was what I was doing regularly pre-pregnancy, and it is pretty much what my body is still capable of at 23 weeks - albeit at a much slower pace and minus inclines. My biggest obstacle is me. I am used to pushing my body through pain and discomfort, and I have to consistently remind myself that now is not the time to push myself through anything, set any kind of PRs or max out into the red zone of total fatigue. And that is really, really hard for me. But my body can't take care of baby if I'm not taking care of me. That goes for both extremes (too much vs. not at all). There is a happy medium. Plus, who doesn't get high off endorphins? Let me be addicted to just one thing in my life. Please.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

mini olympics: first grade

Nothing like a little mini olympics at school to bring out fierce swells of pride and protection for your offspring. "C'mon, B! Go, L! You can do it!" you yell out loud, while silently praying, Heaven above, do not let them fall and skin their face off.

The night and morning before, B was agonizing over the race. "I'm too shy, Mom," he kept telling me. "Will I get a medal?" he asked. "What if I fall down? What can I eat for breakfast that will make me faster?" Ever the worrier. He ended up getting the fourth fastest time (only the first three received medals), and I was worried he would be heartbroken the rest of the day. Instead, he came home later beaming and feeling very good about himself. It is wonderful when your children surprise you.

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mini olympics: kinder 2

L, who is the opposite of reserved, began prepping a week before the race. He would come home and practice sprints in our hallway. "I'm gonna beat everybody!" he'd say. When they called his name out to line up at the starting line, he came running out fist pumping at the sky. "Yeah, yeah!" he yelled. Then he started running in place and giving the crowd thumbs up signs. Genes might provide a body, but these babes come with their own personalities. He placed second in his race.

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Friday, June 18, 2010

clean up, clean up, everybody, everywhere...

Last week was the first week Bruce didn't have to get on an airplane and fly out of town in six months. It's so nice to have him around again. On his first day back at home, he decided that cleaning out the kids' toys was high priority. And it's a good thing, because I just don't get around to doing those things. Personally, I'd rather take a nap.

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We walked away with about three full garbage bags. (I say "we" but I really mean "he." I supervised, okay?) The kids don't realize they actually have toys until they are being thrown into black garbage bags. "Wait, Dad! I love that! Don't take that!" they say. "What are you talking about?" he says. "You haven't looked at this in six months. It's going." I married the opposite of a pack rat, which is good. I am not so extreme as he is, but every marriage needs both sides of a spectrum to maintain the life balance. I am here to counteract his OCD and... vice versa. He still curses my box of high school memorabilia we've lugged around for 10 years through each move. I'm sure he has a point, but I can't let go. I maintain the argument that there is worse baggage to be carrying around in life. And anyway, it's just one box, right?

Thursday, June 17, 2010

pillow talk

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I laid down in L's bed last night as we were reading scriptures. He crawled under his covers and sidled up to me so our foreheads were almost touching. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Then a strand of hair fell across one of my eyes, and he reached one hand up to brush it out of the way. And with the perfect sincerity of a five-year-old boy, he said, "Mom. You are so beautiful, Mom." Swoon. Then he said, "'Cept... 'cept... I wish your eyes were blue." Hmm.

Someday he will grow up and maybe find a set of blue eyes he'd rather stare into. It just might break my heart a little.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

what...

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Thanks to rainy season, he's been hunting for mosquitos in our bedroom every night like this for the past week. All crouched down and stealth-like. I'll be in the middle of a good book or on my computer and he'll all of a sudden jump up and clap the air like a maniac. Last night he went on a whole spiel about how mosquitos in the Dominican Republic are smart. Like really smart and so now he's an expert mosquito-hunter after living there and sleeping in a mosquito net for two years. Can you believe I married this guy? I love it. And he thinks I'm crazy.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

bedtime

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I think we used to do warm milk and books before bed. I'm not sure when that changed. Boys are fun.