So you thought you would give up? You’re not getting off that easy. I thought I would too, but I had no choice other than to keep going😉
This year I thought I would throw up all nine months of pregnancy and die of starvation. Really. I lost about 20 lbs of hard earned weight and muscle. Weakness was real. I ended writing about my lifting goals and trying to convince others they had what it took if they just tackled their minds. “Oh, ha ha ha. You blabbing weak fool, you thought you’ld keep going but now vomit and nausea has you.” Memories of nay-sayers in the past popped in my head. That was the sneaky nasty voice in my head. It wasn’t helping me get out. It definitely wasn’t good for my little baby. But something happened in early January 2018 that my future self would be grateful about April 2018. I signed up for a 10k. I only ran one race in 2017. Strength was my focus last year. I thought my running days were over but a friend finally convinced me in my pre-pregnant state to give running a shot again.
Part of my pregnant self thought… how will I eat enough to make that race happen? I don’t know if I can eat anything, I’ll faint. So I gave it a whirl. I’ll run and see what happens. I ran slowly but consistently. I knew I had to tackle six whole miles of hills so that meant milage.
It wasn’t easy, but I had a choice: Sit around inside and be miserable or keep running outside and smell nothing. Smelling nothing was SO appealing. The more I ran the less nausea I felt. The more I ran the more I ate. This was the case with my first pregnancy and this is what happened now. I only ran on a treadmill with my first born so this was a little scary. I had to do my homework for road running, But I informed myself. My husband checked out books for me, I read pregnant athlete blogs, I consulted with pregnant athletes. I learned and I discovered.
New discovery: the more mileage I ran the less nausea I had. I have less nausea at three months pregnant now than I did with my first born.
I discovered the progress I kept making. I looked at my five weeks Monday through Friday letters to myself I posted on social media in January. I have never made daily entries like that with that amount of consistency in the past. I looked at my lifting stats for this year and running stats for the last three years. That was progress.
I discovered that I was able to make progress even when I felt weak. I ran the 10k three months pregnant. Now the next thing was getting back to these posts.
I hope you can see past your new life conditions, injuries, setbacks, etc. and feel progress in your bones. It’s possible. Go for it. Be consistent even if it doesn’t blow your mind.
Next up? Why are you giving up?