So I haven't been running much during my pregnancy, simply because I get too hot...Florida Summers Suck For Us Pregnant Ladies...and because my heart rate gets way too high, which can be dangerous for little baby boy.
And it is killing me!
I want. No need. I need to go for a run. I hate that I am limited with my fitness now. I wasn't in the early stages which was wonderful, but now that I want to run...I can't.
I shouldn't be so whiny. I have a very healthy baby. I have gained minimal weight. I am perfectly healthy. I only have nine more weeks to go. But that does not curb my need to run. Poo.
I keep reminding myself that as much as it stinks it is for such an amazing and greater purpose. And one day I will be taking my handsome little man running with me. Shoot. As bad as I want to run...maybe he will be a track star or something?
Olympics here we come. Move over Bolt. Little Man Moore is hot on your heels.
Okay. I might be exaggerating a little. But who knows right?
Happy 31 Weeks To Us!