You know, a lot of people talk about the joys of pregnancy. The glow, the wonderful miracle of growing a life within you and all that. But why don't they ever talk about the projectile vomiting in the car on the way to work? Why don't they talk about the pregnancy acne that seems to have taken up residence on my chin? I mean, I'm excited and everything but I'd appreciate a little less of the gross stuff I hear so much about (the hemorrhoids, the zits, the unmentionable things that happen to your body after a baby comes out of your nether region).
I finally had the run I was waiting for.
On Sunday D and I decided to hit up Elk Lake for a 10km loop. I was slightly nervous, there's no out and back on this one, or at least, there shouldn't be. I decided that I didn't want to hold D up with my slow ass so I sent him on his way to start without me. I watched which direction he turned to start his loop, and then I went the opposite way.
I figured at least this way we could give each other a high five.
Now, for those of you that don't live in the Victoria area, let me tell you a little bit about Elk Lake. It is kind of a big deal. People run here all the time in the summer months. They even run major triathlon events here. It's relatively flat, it's shady, and it's around a lake. What more could you want in a run?
Once again, I have proven to be not the most consistent with blogging content - but would you forgive me if I said I had a good reason? I don't really, work got out of control - teaching basic training will do that to you.
And somewhere along the way, D and I found out we are expecting a future runner in January. Exciting times! In all honesty, we were both slightly surprised that it happened so quickly after he returned from training, we were expecting to be one of those couples that tries for at least a few months. But no, try no waiting at all. In fact, we were so shocked when I took the first pregnancy test that we didn't believe it. So we decided to go out and buy two more. Yeah, the first one didn't lie.
When I last left you, the gun was about to go off for my corral to start the race. 3-2-1. Boom, it was go time.
I was passing walkers every which way. There was no walking on the right and passing on the left in play here. (Is this a rule or do I just think it should be because it makes sense?)
I was passing walkers two or three wide in the middle of the road. The first mile I ran pretty quick, faster than I should have. But what choice was I left with when I was ducking, dodging, diving and dipping to get around these people?
But the lights on the strip, and the atmosphere of the race in those first few miles were more than enough to make up for it.
It was nothing short of amazing. New York, New York looked awesome and was one of the first major hotels I remember running in awe past. I can’t imagine ever doing the run during the day; it wouldn’t even come close to being as awesome.
Ahem, now that I have your attention I'll speak a little quieter...
I'm going to be honest with all of you, this isn't my first rodeo. It isn't my second or third either. But don't start to think I'm promiscuous or anything. I'm not. I'm just easily distracted "busy."
My last blog was to document my honeymoon road trip across Canada. It can be found here:
Of course, once the road trip was done we both went back to work and you can't really make sitting on the couch and eating chocolate an interesting blog post. Well, not consistently anyways.
So this time around I have a lot to blog about:
So I hope you'll drop by again soon and I look forward to sharing all of this with you on my journey.
An ordinary girl looking for an extraordinary running adventure, that might just include tackling my first marathon. And doing it all above the 49th parallel.
Races coming up: TBD
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