I feel kind of pathetic being proud of this, but: I just finished up a month of consistent running. I ran about 85 miles this past month, which seems like a lot when I think back at the effort that went into running those miles, but not a lot when I consider that in January I ran 160+ miles. Of course, then I was hard core into marathon training (yeah, that didn't pan out) and now I'm just trying to get my funny pregnant body to move, but still, it's so hard not to compare What Is with What Would Be if I were not pregnant.
Still, I did get a couple of tempo runs in, one at 7:40ish pace and one at 7:20ish. Soon I know my expanding belly is not going to allow me to run like that anymore, and I love the feel of running quickly, so I'm enjoying these last fleeting (ha!) fast runs while I can.
Saturday I ran a 8 1/4 mile run. It ended up being longer than I had planned, but it made me feel good to know I can still do longish runs when I want to. I know that too will change and just getting out for 30 minutes will be challenging. Well, more challenging. 30 minutes is still pretty darn hard these days.
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