Saturday was another group workout at a local running store. I was planning to go and The Pilot agreed to tag along. I was exhausted when I got up and really didn't want to go but The Pilot lured me out of bed with promises that I could sleep in on Sunday. So I got up and we headed out the door.
The only real goal was to run/walk/shuffle for as long as possible without peeing my pants. For real. Oh well, at least it was a goal. We started running very slowly behind some of my crazy fast walker friends but my heart rate quickly went through the roof so we dropped to a walk. We did a couple more bursts of running but right around 1.5 miles out, I knew I would need to go to the bathroom so we walked (Baby Boy must not like running and decides to put the smack down on my bladder...TMI??). Not much further, I realized I probably shouldn't go all the way out (did I just type that?!?) to the 2 mile marker since there weren't any bathrooms along the route. So we turned around. I debated going into the hospital we walked past to use their restroom so I could walk a little further but by that point, my back was also starting to hurt.
And because there isn't much entertaining about a 3+ mile shuffle, we took this gem.
Is a pregnant lady out for a slow workout with a baby sitting on her bladder considered an emergency? Probably not.
Sigh. I keep telling myself that all that matters is that I'm still active. Not as active as I had hoped to be but I'm still moving and I'll keep trying until the body and just say no more.
Besides, any time I get to hang out with this guy is always a good thing. It sure beats trying to catch up with each other while he's standing in a jetway and I'm yelling at my cell phone so he can hear me.
So there was that...and then there was a short prenatal yoga workout last night. But I'm going to leave out all the details because I was probably doing all the moves wrong...especially since I had a cat who was trying to help. And by help I mean shoving her tail in my face while I was attempting cat's pose. Ironic much?