A little background about my running: Sprinter in high school and college (100 to 400m, long and triple jumps), but did run a few seasons of cross country in high school and college. Once I graduated, made the transition to distance. Prefer trail running, but not opposed to running on whatever road is nearby. Since college my running ebbs and flows. I do Pilates or yoga every day. I had just started going strong again when I became pregnant. Not totally excited,wondered why my husband couldn’t be the pregnant one. Determined I would continue with my running regimen, and not be one of those women who have morning sickness. I totally ate my words—within a week of making that statement. One word to describe how I felt up to my 13th week –GREEN. Never threw up, wish that I had. Totally nauseated 24/7. I love coffee, but could not even stand the smell of it. My poor fly fishing guide husband had to resort to moving the coffee pot on the front porch for his morning jolt—and ultimately, just having to get some at the gas station because my acute sense of smell picked up on the coffee when the front door was opened. Needless to say, not much running during this time. Did manage to get through some prenatal yoga and pilates during this time and gentle walking, but sometimes just bed, zestas, and tv. As I warmed to the idea of being pregnant and felt slightly human again in my 14th week, I got back into walk/jogging, which is what I continued for the entire pregnancy along with yoga and pilates. Might have done a little more, but did not take vitamins. Never could get my stomach to handle it. For a couple of weeks, I managed to get some Flinstones down. I think I had an iron deficiency the whole time. Allie was most content when I was in motion. Nice bonding moment for us —felt a strong connection with her during these times that only a pregnant mom could understand. Allie came 5 weeks early—within a couple of weeks I resumed walking, then postnatal yoga. Running with the jogging stroller at 3 months. Loved this time—nothing intense as I would sing a lot to Allie— the only one who appreciates my singing (my younger brother banned me from singing along to the radio or just singing in general years ago on one of our family vacations. He received all the musical genes from my parents and is now a very talented musician). Now Allie is 2, and is less content in the stroller. Sometimes varying the route or going faster does the trick (I definitely benefit from this as well as I tend to get into running ruts at times). What she has the most fun with lately is actually running with me. I either jog in place or do some light plyometrics along with her telling me “Allie runs fast!” . I love to watch her—arms flailing, little body bobbing up and down as she moves along. I am actually quite impressed with her balance and coordination. (I attribute it to our mommy and me yoga time). I look forward to many more years of running with her. Lately, I have been working out on the elliptical during her naptime. I do get the occasional solo run, and I do enjoy it! It is a great time to decompress and reconnect with my old self, energizing me to fulfill my roles as wife, mother, caretaker of 3 large pups, and manager of 2 businesses.