>Despite some bad pelvic pain I’d been having while running, I decided to brave a 3 mile run last night anyways and came home almost in tears. While I pushed myself to run the full 3 miles, it was incredibly painful and I realized halfway through that it was likely my last run until after Boo is born. It wasn’t fun anymore and I was really risking hurting myself…and all for what? I think I had so convinced myself I could be one of those women who ran the day they went into labor that I just had a hard time giving it up…
So I bit the bullet and reluctantly climbed on the elliptical machine at the gym today. Ironically, they are positioned right behind the treadmills, so I had a taunting view of the few serious sub 8 mile runners right in front of me. Then this older man, maybe in his late 60s, climbed on the treadmill in front of me and was walking at a very brisk pace and I found myself feeling like a total schmuck. I realized while watching him struggle and try a few times to break into a slow jog that what I though I was feeling was likely his every day life. I’m complaining about losing potentially 12 weeks of running while he is struggling to at best, maintain his fitness level and more likely than not, experience it only decline for the rest of his life. And I’m upset about 12 stinkin‘ weeks. Seriously Dania?
You’ve got to love when perspective comes and slaps you right in the face at the very moment you need it the most.