Seriously. You are not going to find this in Runners’ World or Running Times or on the message boards of your favorite running community. You won’t find it in any pregnancy magazines, books, or forums. And certainly your OBGYN is not going to bring it up.
I mean really, nobody wants to talk about this kind of stuff. But it happens. It just does. And it often times catches you COMPLETELY off guard when it does.
But it is important, an EXTREMELY important reason to run while pregnant.
You see, it all started last night. I was pretty whipped and didn’t feel like running as is quite often the case by the time my girlies go to bed being that I’m 7 months pregnant. But I know, that when I suck it up and get on that treadmill, I’m going to feel worlds better and probably then have more energy to do all the many things that moms do.
So even though I didn’t really want to, I changed my clothes. I strapped on that heart rate monitor & I head downstairs to the treadmill. But when I got down there, low and behold, there was a surprise waiting for me when I flipped on the light. What I discovered is that I had dressed entirely inappropriately for my little exercise session. I’d have been far better suited with a pair of flippers, goggles and a swim suit.
Yep. Flood. Awesome.
My treadmill was sitting in about two inches of water. Apparently, sometime after my run Thursday night, our sub pump flaked out which was pretty unfortunate timing considering the 6 inches or so of rain we got that night.
Now my basement’s not finished or anything, but it is home to A BUNCH of stuff: all of my baby gear, Christmas and various other holiday decor, random items I’ve tried to sell in garage sales that still seem to end up in my basement somehow, other stuff that I just don’t know what to do with, and yes, my treadmill (alas, my poor treadmill!!! Report on that to come, but not tonight. The wound is far too fresh).
But here’s the thing, I really only go down to my dungeon, er…basement, to run. What if I had given running up during my pregnancy? Who knows when I’d have gone down there next? It rained A LOT last night too. Can you just imagine the mess had I NOT been running? The mold? The stink? The damaged EVERYTHING? I shudder to think.
So whatever you do when you become pregnant, DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT stop running…or at least go into your basement every once in awhile. You’ll be glad you did.