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New Balance Team Pregnancy Blog Part 6: Tragedy, Course Records, and Fried OreosLiza
Liza: My friends just lost their baby girl during labor and delivery. Normal pregnancy with only expectations for joy, a new life as a family, and some fine sleep deprivation after a bit of laboring. My heart and thoughts have been with them them these past days. It’s too easy to imagine something like that happening to Eliot and me now that I’m in my third trimester with the baby practicing her floor routine daily. And it’s impossible to really imagine their agony. And there’s just nothing more I should write about their heartache –except to ask you to please keep them in your prayers.
I’m in week 28 now and officially in the third trimester. Mile 8o of the ultra. And my stomach is upset, my legs are cramping, and I should have put on more Body Glide at the last aid station. I’m also peeing every twenty minutes and my rings don’t fit on my fingers anymore. Who knew hyponatremia and pregnancy had similar symptoms? “Well ma’am, it’s either hyponatremia or you’re very pregnant and the baby is the size of a large eggplant.”
I’ve gained about twenty pounds, and I just want to say, Oh My Gosh! that’s a load to carry. I mean, that’s about a fifth of my pre-pregnancy body weight. I have a new appreciation for how hard it is to run — and be excited about going out for a run — when you’re carrying extra weight. I mean, I had a 5 to 7 pound weight gain appreciation for it before — and I’ve read everything you all have about racing weight, — but carrying 5% extra is nothing next to 20% extra. Nothing. (Go ahead and do some math about how much weight that would mean for you.) As a runner and a coach, I’ve always been impressed with people who are carrying extra weight when they’re exercising, or who are running in order to lose weight. Running as hard work, or as a means to an end, rather than running for pleasure… well, that obviously takes willpower. That’s tough. But I think this new 20% of extra body weight empathy will serve me better as a coach. It’ll certainly make body weight a greater discussion point than it has been with the athletes I’m working with.
Anyway, that was one of my pregnancy epiphanies since the last blog installment. The other one was that there is a use for the word “bump.” I think I mentioned my hatred for that word to refer as a pregnant woman’s belly? Asa gets a bump when he hits his head on something. The 20 pounds around my abdomen? Not a bump. But a few weeks ago Eliot and I saw a very pregnant woman at a picnic and he asked if I ever had an urge to bump bellies with fellow pregnant women. “You know, as solidarity greeting?” I told him no. (I might not have used a pleasant tone.) But now whenever I see a pregnant lady, I chuckle a bit imagining a bump greeting. “Hey there! (Bump.) Have a good day. Stay strong.”
And finally, crazy pumpers. I think I told you about a woman at the Rocky Raccoon 100 this year who used a breast pump while she was running. While. A friend sent me a note tonight about how he’d seen a woman doing the same thing out at the Tahoe 100 this past weekend. Is this a thing now? And how is this different from guys peeing while they’re running during a 100-mile race? (Besides requiring infinitely more skill.) I mean, I’m all about being efficient and not letting little stops add up during an ultra, but well, it’s going to take some real convincing for me to try to run with a pump attached to my boob. Though there are bras out there that’d facilitate that…
Here’s my running plan this week: (The temperatures are in upper 90s all week, so everything will be at a nice easy pace.)
Tuesday: 10 miles easy
Wednesday: 7 miles easy
Thursday: 6 miles hill repeats
Saturday: 15 miles easy
Sunday: 5 miles easy
And now some saner words from Brandy who set a course record at a 5k over the 4th of July and took the overall win too — at 22-weeks pregnant.
Summer is flying by!