I went into pregnancy thinking it would be a breeze. I was the most fit I had ever been since I had been training for the 2020 Lake Sonoma 50 that ended up getting canceled. I just knew I’d be running and working out all nine months like it was nothing. I quickly realized that wasn’t the case and that having a 20-30lb belly makes things much more difficult. I was nauseous, exhausted, had nerve pain, overheated easily, and felt constantly dehydrated. I was getting super frustrated until I stepped back and realized what the goal was now with running. I wasn’t training to win Western States; I was training to stay healthy and create a tiny human. Once I shifted my mindset, I took it day by day and did whatever my body could handle. Some days I could run five miles at an eight-minute pace and others I could barely walk to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Fast forward to January and we had a beautiful, healthy daughter and my stoke for running had never been greater. Throughout my pregnancy, I really missed being able to run, but my appreciation for the sport grew and grew. It also allowed me to be kind to myself with what I could do. It was no longer about distance or pace or any performance measures, which hadn’t been the case for 13 years.
Now at three-months postpartum, I love running more than ever. I’m still nowhere near the fitness level I had before, but my body just created a human—and that’s pretty badass.
I’ve learned a lot in the last year, but the biggest thing I’ve learned is that being a mom is the most underrated job there is. Then to throw a job, relationship, and training on top of that? Let’s be honest—it's so hard and so wonderful at the same time. And we are all learning as we go. So I just want to tell all of the moms out there how awesome you are. I hope you take the time to celebrate all that you’ve done.