I am BEHIND! This 5k was almost 3 months ago! It was my first postpartum race and bonus: T and the baby were with me as well! This course was my first ever race, 2 years ago, and I was excited for the symmetry. So how was the race?
Well… it was good, a little rough, and I learned a VERY valuable lesson.
First the good – it felt awesome to be out running again with other runners! So, so good!
There were a ton of spectators at this race, and a bunch of them were little kids giving out high fives! I love when kids are at a race to support people. I hope Baby Girl is one someday. And for this race, I was thrilled to high-five at least 8 kids – and one kid’s mom high-fived me because of the stroller! It was nice motivation towards the end.
I received the same compliment repeatedly and I loved it – it was about how we were running with a baby small enough to still be in the car seat attachment – and how that was impressive. I didn’t know this before I was pregnant but a baby has to be 4 months old before you can run with him/her because of neck strength. The baby, at barely over 4 months old, had only been approved for about 3 days by her doctor for running. Clearly, I was excited to run with her as soon as possible! (T would want me to mention that he ran with the stroller for the first half and I did the second half – it wasn’t all me, despite what the pictures make it look like.)
If you’re ever at a race and see a woman pushing a baby in the car seat attachment for the stroller, give her a nice big “Wow! Go you!” If she’s anything like me, I can promise you it will make her feel like superwoman! (especially if she’s running as slowly as I was! We ended with a 13 minute average pace, whoa slow!)
It was a little rough because T and I hadn’t trained enough. (T even trained less than I did – I at least have a gym/locker room in my office building so I could run at lunch, T was on his own). We ran the first mile, walked for 1/2 a mile, and then ran the remaining 1.6 miles. Of course the only spectator/supporter we had there (the husband of a friend, Ellen, running the race) saw us while we were walking! 😦
The lesson I learned was this: change the baby’s diaper IMMEDIATELY before the race starts! We fed the baby before the race, but we didn’t think to change her. We drove 45 minutes, waited at the starting line for another 30, and didn’t think to change her before it started! (Clearly, we’re bad parents…) To make matters worse, she was wearing a cloth diaper (we use both cloth and disposable) – and cloth diapers don’t wick away the moisture so if it’s wet – she’s uncomfortable and unhappy and she’s letting you know it! The poor kid screamed the ENTIRE run! We originally thought she would take a nap on the run, but no, she was way too miserable!
As soon as we crossed the finish line, we found a quiet place to change her diaper and she was happy as clam. Lesson learned!
There was actually a second (lesser) lesson that I learned on this run. If you’re a man, and you want your picture taken, run in a kilt!!! T proudly wore his sportkilt (it’s cotton instead of wool and is machine washable). Out of the professional pictures: there are 15 of me, 16 of Ellen, and over 50 of T! The photographers LOVED him!
Here’s my favorite photo of him, doing a heel click, about to cross the finish line:
It also makes me think of Jill over at FlyingJumpKicks.
As another random thought, I’m sure the camera man is glad T didn’t go “traditional” with the kilt… the coming down pictures are a sight to see! Thank goodness he chose to wear black shorts! I’d share one of them with you, but I don’t think T would enjoy me posting “up skirt” photos of him, even if he is wearing shorts…