In many ways, I am part of a very fortunate generation of women. Not only do most of us not know what it was like to grow up without sporting opportunities thanks to Title IX, women in their early 30s such as myself are also fortunate to now be part of a generation of women who stay moving when pregnant, without disapproving glares or finger wagging. When my husband and I started talking about starting a family of our own, I knew right away that staying fit and active would not only be good for me during and post-partum, but could help give our little one a great start as well. When we got our exciting news back in December, I was determined to keep moving for as long as I could.
This was easy once I got over the initial fatigue in the first couple of months that suddenly made my sleeping patterns rival teenage boys. I felt pep in my step coming back, and while I wasn’t running as fast or as hard as I was previously, it felt great to be back out there moving. Paying attention to my form more than ever, I ran 5 trail miles for my company’s challenge at 11 weeks pregnant, then toed the line with my parents for the 408K at 14 weeks. Things were feeling pretty good and the core muscles that were making an appearance back around the Wine and Dine Half Marathon in November were doing a lot of hard work. (And hey, don’t forget: not everyone who has a strong core has a six pack, and not everyone with a six pack has a strong core! I just won the genetic lottery in that when my core gets stronger, it becomes more visible.)
And then, it happened: I started feeling like I was losing the fight. Well, like my abs were losing the fight.