Tuesday: 1 mile. I actually ran/jogged more than I had been. I would walk 1 minute and jog for 30 seconds consistently. When I was walking, I had the treadmill set to an incline. It was a good workout!
Wednesday: Celebrated National Running Day with 1 mile on the treadmill with some running bursts. :) It was a good one. Got it down first thing in the morning and out of the way. Already felt so accomplished!
Thursday: I walked a lot, running errands, doing shopping etc. That counts right?
I was given the "One Lovely Blog" Award by Christine over at Dream Big Runner. Here are the seven things I would like to share. Not any random 7 things I pull out of the air, but 7 pregnancy-related things I didn't know or have experienced.
1. Friends seemed to like to put their hands on my belly when we take pictures. It's oddishly adorable in a good way.
2. Some concerned people around me are worried about me running. I really appreciate their concerns. But it gets a little "old" when I receive text messages or emails from concerned folks whenever I mentioned a run on Facebook. I have cut back like 90% of my runs in distance, intensity, and frequency. If only they read my blog. Then they will know what I am doing. I'm just staying a little active, move a little. And I am really taking it easy. Trust me, I am not the kind to let pride or stubbornness affect the baby.
3. On that note, people are worried about me carrying heavy things. At our local grocery store, there is a bagger who bags the grocery and then, would help load the groceries into your vehicle. I have always been doing that myself. It makes no sense to have someone help me when they could be helping an elderly person or to have them get out in the cold/heat. But on a recent trip to the grocery store where I bought a gallon milk and a gallon OJ and a few other items, the cashier lady insisted that someone help me load the groceries. Since she is a good bit older, I acquiesce. Rest assured. I am not lifting anything that is too too heavy. I have read that anything under 25 lbs is still ok.
4. Random people and friends have been hazarding a guess on my baby's gender. Most people tell me I am having a boy.
5. Being pregnant gives your perks! Other than people insisting they carry stuff for me, they are also giving me free stuff! The lady boss at a Mexican restaurant where I usually frequent for lunch gave me a free cheese dip. And yesterday, the boss of an Indian restaurant gave me a mango lassi for free to "celebrate a happy special occasion." He also told me this, "You are having a boy!"
6. I am going through a 24-pack of water like nobody's business. I bought the big gallon jug to help cut down on plastic. But I find that I am not drinking as much than when I was just drinking out of a bottle. So it is back to the bottle.
7. The water seems to be doing wonders for my skin. It looks like the pores have gotten smaller.
I am supposed to tag some people too. But instead of tagging them, why don't you tell me at least one thing about yourself?