After an encouraging Dr. visit last week, I decided to start stepping up my exercise. Taking Willow for walks has been a challenge, pregnant or not. She's super strong, and mildly obedient. But after a walk where both Dakota and Willow decided to prove that they can walk together without dragging me down the street, I decided I was ready to take Willow for a nice long walk and run at the park.
She was awesome. We walked the .75 miles to the park and then did some jogs across the field. The job felt more like a sprint to me. We would run the length together and then I'd stop and throw a ball for her while my heart rate went down and we walked back across the field. it's about three soccer fields in width and a good distance from the road. Perfect for a dog who has more energey than their owner.
Our jaunt out of the house may have only lasted 45 minutes, but it was great for me to be up and about that long without needing a nap. Willow was exhausted. When we got home she had a refreshing drink of water, immediately followed by a nap in the middle of the floor.
I'm hoping the rain clears out soon because I can't wait to head out again with the pup.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Running for two
It's finally time to make a big announcement. I am having a baby, due October 21. This huge moment in our lives (speaking for my husband too here) has had a tremendous impact on our every day routine. I had to stop running for a while, and it seems as though Joe has picked up where I left off.
140 BPM. That's all I can hit in order to not exert myself. Eight weeks ago I went for a run and wore a heart rate monitor for the first time. I have to say, I was surprised to see that I was topping out around 160 after running for only 2 minutes. I thought it was of little significance that I was pregnant and all the books and websites warned me to keep it under 140. A few days later I got a bit of a wake up call and the doctor asked me to refrain from strenuous physical activity, like running, during my first trimester.
I've resorted to walking for the past few weeks, but even that has proven to be too much. Never in my life have I been this tired. I haven't napped this frequently since my freshman year of college. The overall exhaustion seems to be waning a bit, and I've been able to get a few more walks in. Perhaps because it's the beginning of the second trimester. I've also started to get my eating under control. For the past two plus months all I could stomach was pizza, cereal and ice cream.
I dropped out of the Ragnar Relay I was scheduled to run with Joe and his friends. I feel a little guilt for leaving the team, but it's just such a joyous time in my life it's hard to feel that bad. Joe, on the other hand, has been working hard to get daily runs in. I'm so thrilled that he'll be running with a great team of friends in such a cool race. And I'll (or should I say we'll) be perfectly happy to cheer for him on along the sidelines.
So this blog may take a turn in a different direction for the next several months. It will still focus on fitness, but a pregnant woman's fitness, with maybe a little of Joe's trials and tribulations with running peppered in for flavor.
140 BPM. That's all I can hit in order to not exert myself. Eight weeks ago I went for a run and wore a heart rate monitor for the first time. I have to say, I was surprised to see that I was topping out around 160 after running for only 2 minutes. I thought it was of little significance that I was pregnant and all the books and websites warned me to keep it under 140. A few days later I got a bit of a wake up call and the doctor asked me to refrain from strenuous physical activity, like running, during my first trimester.
I've resorted to walking for the past few weeks, but even that has proven to be too much. Never in my life have I been this tired. I haven't napped this frequently since my freshman year of college. The overall exhaustion seems to be waning a bit, and I've been able to get a few more walks in. Perhaps because it's the beginning of the second trimester. I've also started to get my eating under control. For the past two plus months all I could stomach was pizza, cereal and ice cream.
I dropped out of the Ragnar Relay I was scheduled to run with Joe and his friends. I feel a little guilt for leaving the team, but it's just such a joyous time in my life it's hard to feel that bad. Joe, on the other hand, has been working hard to get daily runs in. I'm so thrilled that he'll be running with a great team of friends in such a cool race. And I'll (or should I say we'll) be perfectly happy to cheer for him on along the sidelines.
So this blog may take a turn in a different direction for the next several months. It will still focus on fitness, but a pregnant woman's fitness, with maybe a little of Joe's trials and tribulations with running peppered in for flavor.
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