I seriously contemplated posting a week-in-preview, trying to plot out a course of exercise for the week… but then I got smart and decided against it.
There were wonderful comments on my post about running during the first trimester and the general consensus was to do what feels right for me. So if I make myself some kind of schedule and don’t feel like sticking to it on a certain day, I feel like I would be setting myself up to feel badly about myself.
But I do have a fun plan for this weekend! I am going to be doing The Color Run here in Vegas.
There are a bunch of my Team Challenge peeps entered into the race and my mom is going to do it with me as well. The awesome thing is that the event is not timed and there’s no way I would want to wear my Garmin through this course… so I’m just going to have fun and run/jog/walk the whole thing with my mom.
My husband was a little uneasy about the idea of me doing this since I’m pregnant. Honestly, I didn’t even think anything of it… but I promised I would stay in the low color zone lane.
Truth be told, I hate all the restrictions that are in place for pregnant women. The books and articles that tell you to “microwave your deli meats” and “don’t eat soft cheese” all start to make me angry. I feel like saying, “Oh yeah?! Well, I’m going to go scuba diving and follow that up with a meal of bratwurst, soft cheese, and a pint of beer.” (Which is ridiculous because: a) I don’t like the ocean all that much, b) I wouldn’t eat bratwurst, c) all the soft cheese I would eat is pasteurized and I don’t eat much dairy anyway and d) I don’t drink. So the little rebellious tirade is really all for naught.)
But seriously? Why is there so much out there telling pregnant women all the things they can’t do? Women in other countries where those items are so much a part of their culture probably eat them and have healthy pregnancies… since populations in other countries continue to thrive. Basically I have pretty much given up on reading articles. I figure people got through pregnancies for year and years and years without relying on Google to scare them about all the ways they can do it wrong. I’m already terrified enough!
Why am I talking about pregnancy again? I swore to myself I wouldn’t let this turn into a pregnancy blog or eventually a mommy blog. I swear, there is strictly running-related stuff out there too… it’s just that this feels so pressing on my brain and now that I’ve announced it publicly I almost can’t help spewing stuff about it out onto the keyboard!