"Race day" started with a breakfast of Multigrain Cheerios. I got all strapped into my tummy support belt and pinned on my race bib.
The "starting line" was basically in my backyard. The husband walked over with me... and there was someone hogging the course!! So I waited... and my husband got on the recumbent bike. 5 minutes later, the treadmill was free and I got myself ready to go.
The gun goes off. And I flip the channel to the Animal Planet (there really isn't much on TV on a Saturday morning, and I didn't want to watch an infomercial for the Magic Bullet again).
10 minutes into the race, I decide to try jogging one more time. I lasted 4 minutes before it hurt too much. I just need to accept that I'm not able to run anymore.
Halfway point my husband hands me his water bottle from the bike.
.6 miles to go... husband is done on the bike and heads for the house.
3.13 miles in 49:58. 15:58 minute mile. Not so great... but hey - I'm 7 months pregnant!
After the "race" I went to my local Jamba Juice and treated myself to an Aloha Pineapple. It was yummy. But did I remember to take a picture before I had slurped the whole thing down and thrown the cup away? Of course not.