I’ve been trying to decide if I’m going to walk/waddle the Women’s Running 5k tomorrow morning.
As much as I want to do it, I’m not going to.
Because my husband asked me not to.
Before you start thinking that my husband is some kind of party pooper, let me assure you – he is not. He is one of the most encouraging, motivating people I know. He has spectated almost every single race I’ve run – despite near freezing temperatures and ridiculous wake up times. He is always encouraging me to run faster. To push through. To give it my all.
But this time is different.
He doesn’t want to see me in unnecessary pain. He doesn’t want me to push myself too hard. And as much as I want to disregard his opinion and do it anyway, I’ve decided he’s probably right.
Do I think I could walk the 5k? Yes, I could.
But do I think I should?
It’s easy for me to get all ambitious as I’m lounging on the couch, feeling pretty good. But the reality is that my husband has had to take the lead on taking care of the Mini Athlete lately because I can only do so much at this stage of pregnancy. He’s doing more than his share of housework, and is really doing all he can to make my life easier. From bathing the Mini Athlete, to doing the dishes, vacuuming and mopping the floors, doing laundry…you name it, he’s doing it. And I couldn’t be more thankful.
A 5k would wear me out. Big time. I know that.
It’s not fair to him for me to be selfish and then be even more out of commission over the next week because I pushed myself too hard. Because if I’m honest with myself, I really only want to do the 5k to say I did it. To impress all of you. To have a great story to tell. It really comes down to a pride thing.
And he shouldn’t have to do even more than he is doing because of my pride.
So instead of waddling the 5k tomorrow, I’m getting excited about spectating the half marathon! I have SO many friends who will be running it and I can’t wait to cheer them on. If you’re running the race, look for me, my husband and the Mini Athlete somewhere around mile 4.5 – and hopefully another spot later on, yet to be determined.
But now I need your help. I’m going to be the giant pregnant lady on the side of the road, cheering the runners on. I’d LOVE to have a great sign to hold that will make people laugh.
Any suggestions for a great sign to hold while I spectate the race tomorrow??