In short: I've taken up (occasional) plogging, I feel huge, and sometimes I want to be like a pill bug and curl up into a ball under a shell.
For further details and a bit of early morning, caffeinated rambled, do read on ;)
First off, plogging. Within the last couple months, I met this awesome woman at a library toddler event, and at some point she started talking about plogging-a practice that is apparently huge in some European countries right now. Plogging is, basically, the act of jogging and then stopping occasionally to pick up trash. Because of schedule conflicts and sickness, my friend and I have only plogged together a couple of times, but my toddler and I have plogged solo once. It's a nice way to keep running with my very limited running abilities.
Because yes, I have very limited abilities regarding running right now. I wasn't much of a runner prior to pregnancy, and now that I'm pregnant and pushing my toddler in a stroller while I run, I have found that I just can't go very far. A couple of weeks ago, I thought it would be fun to run down to the local farmer's market, since it's just a couple miles away. Well, after about a mile I had to stop and walk for a bit! I usually just run half a mile at a time. It's not a lot, and I'm really slow (my "running pace" is other people's "walking pace"), but I'm happy that I can still keep active in this way. I'm not sure how much longer I'll be cruising along, though, because I'm probably going to get quite a bit bigger very quickly!
|24 weeks pregnant!|
Yesterday, my toddler and I spent a lot of time playing in the dirt, and we found lots of pill bugs. As we held these little critters, I thought about how lately, I've been wanting to enter "pill bug mode." You know how when you pick up or stimulate a pill bug, it will curl up into a ball for a while as a defense mechanism? I definitely want to do that on some days. I'm doing really well, but these past couple months have been mentally and emotionally exhausting (I think mainly because I started therapy), and I'm physically worn out from taking care of a toddler all day and being pregnant-gestating a tiny human can take a lot out of a girl! So I've been struggling when it comes to things like working on my To Do list (I have gone days without opening my planner) and keeping on top of writing or other responsibilities. It didn't help that we had a rough couple weeks of my husband (and then toddler) being sick/struck with horrible allergies.
Today is a new day, a new week, and as I sit here in a coffee shop, I'm feeling rather optimistic and energized. Yesterday, I started reading Jennifer Fulwiler's new book, and let me tell you, this book is coming at the exact time I need it and I relate to her words so much right now, even in some rather random details. On that note, I hope that you all have a wonderful day and an awesome end to your Easter season! (as we prepare for Pentecost, I did manage to type up a little reflection on how the Holy Spirit wants to know you-even if you don't consider yourself "charismatic")