|The baby belly at 21 weeks.|
Andy ran and won it last year (by a solid 5 minute margin of victory). I had stayed inside with Baya, figuring I shouldn’t try and run hard again only a week post-marathon. I probably could have handled it, but I didn’t’ want to push it. This year, I assumed it would be too late in my pregnancy to run, though I was just waiting and hoping I could. By 20 weeks last time around, I had developed pelvic pain that kept me running no further than 4 miles, and my paced had slowed. Sure, I could have joined the walkers, but that’s not really my style, and well, despite being 20 weeks, I still wanted to be the Top Female Finisher (despite it meaning absolutely nothing but it being an issue of personal pride).
Andy said that if I ran, he’d run it with me (at my slower pace). We started off being led by a couple of others, then passed one, but still had 2 ahead of us for quite a length of time. We got in a spat after a mile or so had passed. Ideally, I thought I could still run faster than what I was (closer to a 7’ pace versus our current 7:30 pace), and we weren’t in first (he said he didn’t care if he didn’t win – but let’s face it, he doesn’t care about as much as I do). After we passed the leaders he felt better. (And why did I say I thought I could run faster?!) I think that I like to believe that despite being pregnant, I can just keep going like normal. Pregnancy is a slow thing, a long process, but at some point along the way, you are bound to slow down - you just don’t want to accept that it’s happening.
We finished together as overall victors, the husband-wife duo. Twenty weeks and still going (albeit a little slower now I guess).