I’m happy to report that I’m still running jogging. While my pace has slowed and I no longer run outside (for fear of falling and because I think it would kill my knees right now) or on an incline on the treadmill… I’m still running 3.25 miles twice a week and that makes me happy.
At the gym today, a gentleman was running next to me and we started around the same time (I had started a few minutes earlier). While he was running a bit faster than me – I still felt like we were competing. DO you ever do this at the gym? I do it all the time but it has been a long time since I’ve felt this competitive spirit.
I wondered if I’d be able to outrun him. I wondered if he thought, “pffft – this girl with the pot belly can’t outrun me!” and I just kept on running.
And then he stopped… and I was still running. Then I did a victory dance in my head. I’m sure he ran a longer distance in the end (since he was running faster) but in my head – we were going the same speed and I just outran him… at 4 1/2 months pregnant.
Seriously – its the little things that make me happy these days.
But then later in the locker room – some woman that comes in every so often made a comment to another woman that was obviously about me.
“There are so many new faces around here. I guess I need to get here earlier!” (I guess meaning that space is somewhat limited in the locker room). I wanted to snap, “I’ve been coming here every weekday for the last 2 1/2 months. You’ve been here a handful of times. Back off.” and then challenge her to a treadmill jog-a-thon.