It’s been seriously bumming me out that what should be primo-racing season is on hold thanks to the whole being knocked up thing – which is fine…I’m not upset that our family of two is becoming a family of three coming March 2013. I just had big goals for the year before I turned 30. Not gonna lie, I’m bummed that I can’t act on them. Instead, I’m going to scheme my big come back races. IronGirl Triathlon in Columbia, MD in August…and possibly…marathon #5. Still figuring out what marathon #5 will be, but it’ll be big. And awesome. And amazing and a PR with baby schmidt and hubs waiting at the finish.
In the mean time…I’ve gotta keep my muscles happy. So I’ll do yoga.
Which is what I did tonight.
I got this whole crazy marathon #5 idea in my head at the end of the worst Friday ever. I mean, seriously, I’ve had worse Fridays (like the time I lost my job on a Friday afternoon…because of a grammatical error. Minor error. It was my first job out of college.) but this one was up there mostly because my emotions were on a rollercoaster.
I blame my pregnancy hormones. I’ve been on the verge of tears all day – often breaking down into tears for no real, good reason. I feel like a crazy lady.
Tomorrow morning, I’m going to reset again with yoga at one of my favorite studios in town for my first REAL prenatal yoga class (!!!) – review coming soon. Then Sunday is the Junior League 5k (which I’ll be run/walking) and Monday I’ll breathe and reboot.