Future Marathoner in the Making


I don’t even know where to begin with this post.  I guess I should apologize for being MIA for a month.  It was just too hard to blog and post things, without mentioning the B I G  news!  So i just avoided it completely.  I wanted to post my 2016 goals, but couldn’t, as that would give away the secret.  I wanted to post about my struggles with working out and experiencing the first trimester woes, but couldn’t.  I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THE BIG NEWS; talk about it freely, and share my excitement with the world!


So here we are.  I finally get a chance to blog about the second best day of my life.  The best news anyone could ever receive.  The most life changing, exciting news.  Here I am, carrying the most precious gift of life.  Me.  I feel so honored and blessed to be given such a beautiful gift.  It is all I have ever wanted in life.  ❤

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So let’s get to it then.  With all the hussle and bussle with marathon training and accomplishing a very big feat, I blamed many of my symptoms on the marathon.   I was tired, like exhausted, bone-deep, must sleep tired.  ALL OF THE TIME!  I just thought, “Wow!  That marathon took more out of me then I expected.”  So let’s just put it out there, because it still boggles my mind….. I ran my marathon pregnant.  SAY WHAT?  I’m glad I did not know at the time though, because I think it would have affected me, and made me scared and worried.  BUT YES!  I ran my first marathon with my little peanut.  It makes me feel so much better about my performance.  There was a reason for the complete exhaustion that hit me in the middle of the race.  It actually affected my running through present day, as we speak.

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That first run, post marathon, felt great.  I maintained a nice pace, I wasn’t too tired and my breathing was okay.  BUT every run after that got harder and harder; mentally, physically, and emotionally. I would have these crazy thoughts and questions, “Why can’t I run fast anymore?  Why is it so hard to breath?”  I blamed it on tired legs and colder weather.  But then it got to the point where running anything more than a mile was too much.  I would have to stop and walk, sometimes stopping completely, just to catch my breath.  To this day, running has remained difficult.  I went from running a 7:30 pace for short runs, to barely keeping my pace below 10 minutes.  I used to get really upset.  I started asking fellow IG momma’s if this struggle was normal.  It was a unanimous YES! That was when I started taking my running day by day.  If I couldn’t run, I would ride or use the elliptical.  If running felt good, I would run as far as I could, and if I had to walk, I walked.  I was just happy that I was able to continue to exercise.


Enter finding out we we’re expecting.  It was the weekend after Thanksgiving.  I was four days late, but wasn’t thinking anything of it.  I’ve been late many days more before.  But for laughs and ease of mind we took a test.  Chris was eating pizza rolls, and we both just said I couldn’t be, and I probably wasn’t.  But then that little stick said the words, “pregnant”, and I didn’t really know how to feel.  I wasn’t expecting it.  I was so happy, but completely terrified.  I just kept saying, “Oh my goodness!”  Chris just continued to eat his pizza rolls, like it was no big deal and said, “I knew it!”  I immediately wanted to call my mom, but also wanted to surprise her somehow, so I texted a friend.  From there, it was the hardest secret to keep.  I wanted to talk to colleagues, friends, family.  I wanted to ask questions, and advice.  I needed someone to calm me down.  I know everything there is to taking care of a child, but carrying one inside me was all new.  “What do I do?  What do I eat?  Can I exercise?  If I sneeze, is it going to hurt the baby? When do you go to the doctor?  What doctor should I use?  Is it going to hurt?”  I literally became obsessed with curiosity and needing answers.

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Each week, I would spill the beans to another person.  Not on purpose.  It was just too hard.  We told Chris’ parents right away, because they were leaving the country for a few months, and we didn’t want them to find out through a phone call.  We told my mommy for Christmas, and it was the coolest thing ever.  I wish we video taped her reaction, but it was priceless.  Made me cry, she cried, we all cried.

2bg55_1000x1000_wsWe surprised her with this bracelet, because she has been talking for years about how she wants to be a memaw!  🙂  From there, we told pretty much all of our family.

The first appointment was scary and exciting all at the same time.  And then you see the baby. where it is supposed to be, and hear that crazy little heart beat, and everything in the world is right. Being pregnant is scary, there’s no doubt about it.  The doctors throw anything and everything at you, because they have to.  The hardest part is remaining happy and excited and enjoy being pregnant through all of the negative stuff they must share.  I’ve had my ups and downs, but at the end of the day, I pray to God for this little bundle of joy, and for giving me one more day with them.

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The first trimester was a roller coaster ride.  The first 6 weeks were easy for me.  Yes I struggled through the workouts, and I ate everything in sight, but in terms of being sick, I was pretty lucky.  I had occasional morning nausea, but would wake up and eat, and that took care of that.  BUT by week 7, I was pretty miserable.  I couldn’t eat, I could barely perform any sort of physical activity on a daily basis, and all I wanted to do was sleep.  Week 8 was the worst.  Granted I have no right to complain, because some women suffer so bad that they end up in the hospital, but I had my days where I was ready to go to the doctor too.  I never physically got sick, but how I felt was just as bad.  By week 10, everything was going back to being pretty normal.  I could eat normal foods again, and walk without wanting to cry.  My energy levels were picking back up, and I almost didn’t feel pregnant anymore.   It’s amazing what the body goes through when preparing for a baby.  It is incredible.

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So here we are, about to enter our second trimester, and I seriously couldn’t be happier.  I am so in love.  I cannot wait to hold that little peanut or kiss their chubby cheeks, but my love for them still grows and grows.  God is truly amazing, and being a mommy is a feeling that cannot be described.  August 3rd cannot come soon enough!  I just want this little one to be here already.  ❤

Thanks for following my happiest story and sharing your love for Baby C!

imagesTanya and the little Peanut ❤


4 thoughts on “Future Marathoner in the Making

  1. Awesome news!! Congrats two you both, enjoy every single minute, It really does go by in a blink! Love every minute and have fun!!!


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