The pendulum of how I've been feeling this pregnancy swings far and wide.
Much farther to the "certain death" side of the swing than I ever remember last time.
But when I feel good, I feel good as gold. Today after I ate some peanut butter toast I went from bad to great, which is fortunate because of the sun. It was out! I couldn't miss that. I strapped on my running shoes and about 12 layers of clothes, grabbed my watch and saw the evidence of my last canyon run of 2012 from mid-December. The good old days (six weeks ago).
I jogged until I found my husband and Calvy baby having fun riding in all-terrain vehicles, doing car maintenance and borrowing Grandpa's tools. In the sunshine! It's funny how cold 30 degrees isn't when the sun is out.
I was so happy and felt so amazing.
I tried not to get down when I thought about how I ran somewhere in the ballpark of 1,000 miles last year and will likely run about 1/10 of that this year.
I can hardly believe it either.
Maybe it was more like 900--it's hard to know for sure since I didn't always keep track. But either way, that's a lot of miles.
The 2013 results so far:
January = frowny faces
February = hearts