Don’t let that smile fool you 🥴
Unfortunately, I’ve been feeling
deadly since yesterday ☠️
Woke up and reminded myself
how grateful I am that the two
weeks leading up to CIM, I felt
That’s not the case this weekend,
I’m nauseous, tired, weak,
have no desire to do anything.
Still got up, headed to the gym
& had an amazing workout.
I’m still not running. I want to give
my body as much rest as needed.
I lifted and hit the stair master for
40 minutes and I was drenched 😓
After my workout, I took the time
to stretch and roll. I’m hoping, I feel
better by Monday or Tuesday and
I can start running again but
there’s no rush as I have no set
races coming up or even for
2019 😂. Right now, it’s just
time to relax, take it day by day
although, I’m going to keep it
real and let you know that I’m
going to keep racing and running
until my body says no more 👊🏽
NEVER underestimate your body!
If you were of told me that I was
going to run my fastest marathon
at almost 11 weeks pregnant, I
wouldn’t believe you.
In fact, I’m still trying to process
Sunday’s race. I never imagined
the amazing outcome. Although,
I did have goals. Goal A was a 3:20,
goal B 3:23 and goal C was sub 3:25,
in the back of mine I wasn’t sure
what could happen because I kept
telling myself you are pregnant 🤰🏽
Knowing that my legs and body
were capable of doing work kept
a lit fire in me.
I had an amazing training cycle and
I knew if I raced smart, I still had a
chance to rock it. I started so
conservative and kept reminding
myself, slow and steady, we got
Pain crawled in but I knew I was
capable of finishing strong.
At mile 19, I decided to make
my move and the last 10k was
the best executed miles
of the race. I kept passing
so many people and I felt strong,
don’t get me wrong, I was hurting.
My legs were throbbing in pain
but I kept pushing, each mile
reminding me that I was ready,
I was ready for that PR that I
had been chasing for 3 years
nothing and nothing was
stopping me, I was fighting
and as soon as I saw my husband
on that last turn I smiled so big
and gave him the thumbs up,
letting him know that
today was the day, that it was
From now on, I will NOT
underestimate my body and
what’s capable of
I will keep fighting, running and
working hard. I can’t wait to
see what more my body can
achieve!! Sunday gave me a 7+ min
PR & a BQ with a 3:21🙌🏽. Definitely
a glorious day.
#medalmonday with pregnancy-race recap!
When I found out that I was pregnant, I immediately panicked. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to toe the starting line, mind you I was only 4 weeks when I found out and I was still feeling amazing. Even two weeks after that, I was still like feeling great and thought, “oh wow, this is pregnancy, well it’s not bad at all, and I don’t feel anything”. But by week 7, I was freaking dying, deadly nauseous, wasn’t able to eat my regular healthy meals, in fact till this day, I ‘m still having a hard time eating them but forcing them down because I need to eat healthy. Week 7-9, were the hardest, fatigue crawled in, and I was going to bed by 8 pm the latest, I was cranky, tired and not feeing myself. This is when I started getting worried and started doubting my abilities and myself. Despite feeling crappy, I was still very committed to putting in the work; I was hitting my splits and logging all my miles.
I knew that I had worked hard and my legs and body were responding great to the training but in the back of my mind, I kept thinking, I’m pregnant, I don’t know how much I can push or how my body will react on race day. The week leading up to race day, I was feeling great, energy came back, I was in good spirits, I envisioned a good race and outcome but with a little fear inside reminding me that I need to remain realistic.
I started off at my own pace, although I could see the 3:25 pacer just ahead of me, I decided to follow my own watch because the group was going too fast the first few miles. At mile 4, I had to make my first pee stop, hello pregnancy bladder 🤦🏽♀️, by mile 8 I was hurting and said NOPE, I’m doing this. By mile 12, I had to make another pee stop, which is around when my teammates passed me. My legs started hurting early on, but once I passed the half marathon mark, I told myself OK Lani, you and baby got this, 13 miles to go. I hit mile 16 and a relief came over me just knowing that I had 10 more miles to go. I finally reached mile 19 and I decided to go for it and start pushing, I slowly made my move & kept running faster, running the last 6-7 miles in 7:30s.
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— 2 more days!!!! 🔥🔥
— Until we hit the streets of Folsom 🔜 Sacramento
— I’m so excited yet a bit nervous of what can happen 🥴
All week, I have been staying positive, reminding myself that the work is done! I did my part and now it’s time to believe, see it and get it done.
While watching @lindsey_runs IG stories, I couldn’t help but to agree with her 💯. I’m hopeful that things will workout in a good way but I also agree with Lindsey and I want to be realistic. Anything and I mean ANYTHING can happen during a marathon, as she said, we are prepared for the best but also for the worst because 💩 can hit the fan and guess what that’s life, that’s the marathon for ya so no matter what today, I feel very FORTUNATE to be healthy to toe the starting line. Last year, I deferred and around this time, I couldn’t even run 5 miles without excruciating pain, as a matter of fact, I couldn’t even sit or drive for a long period of time without hurting. It’s been two years of nagging pain, 2 cortisone shots later and slowly but surely but my body is healing. I will be lying if I said I’m 100% healed but I can tell you that I’m on a better road that I was last year and for that I’m thankful.
On Sunday, I’m running for a bigger reason than a PR or BQ. I’m running to test my ability to finish the race. I’m running to see the beauty of my body that is capable of moving forward without being in pain. I’m running for the love of the sport. Whatever the outcome is on Sunday, I will remind myself that I’m lucky to be out there. 🏃🏽♀️