Adventures in Pregnancy – Gone Phishin’

Some get it, some don’t.

Everyone is different.

For me, live music, and especially Phish, have been some of my happiest, most soul-replenishing experiences.

I mean they’d have to be if I’m willing to do two nights in a row in the dead of summer at 8 months pregnant, right?!

Every live show I’m reminded how blessed I am that I still have enough hearing to enjoy them. It sounds silly, but live music is just my happy place and I’m just always grateful to experience it.

Most probably know the Curveball debacle – how excited I was for it, how much I NEEDED it after a rough year of family hurt, and how sad I was when it was cancelled without a note being played.

And I wanted a couple of shows before I dive into motherhood (for the record I will still see Phish as a mother, it just may not be quite as easy) – I needed a phix and I just wanted to go phishin’ with my friends!

And it was awesome! It was exhausting, but exhilarating. I walked over 8 miles in two days and danced a lot too. Yes, I also sat waaaay more than I ever have at any show (you usually can’t get me to stop bogeying – but I’m also not usually 8 months pregnant 😉) but I could still hear the music, see the lights, feel the vibe… I made it work for me!

And people were AWESOME! I got so many high fives, people asking me when I’m due and if I know what it is, countless people offered me waters, this sweet soul kept misting me with her water fan and actually let me borrow her little fishman donut hand fan… people showed me time and time again why I LOVE this community so much!

It was also pretty cool to feel the baby groove to his or her favorite songs – baby most definitely had some choice picks!

For the record, I went extremely prepared with snacks, water, a cooling cloth to be able to place on my neck, Gatorade, my insulin, a note from my doctor declaring I’m both diabetic and pregnant and should be allowed to keep my snacks and medical supplies with me – the gate attendants didn’t even need to see the letter but it never hurts to have it. I wore my shoes, not flip flops, to help all the walking, my husband and I never separated, I knew exactly where every bathroom was, and I was very attuned to my body and it’s limits and took breaks when I needed to, which is important.

It was hot, and it was a lot of work, and I definitely welcomed some downtime today with which to recover, but I don’t regret that experience at all, and I’m proud as eff of how my super pregnant little body held up (which was also helped by how active I’ve remained during my pregnancy!) and every day I become more and more awestruck at what my body is capable of!

So, everyone is different, but don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do things that are meaningful to you just because you are pregnant. Yes, there are things you shouldn’t do, and it really does vary by person/pregnancy, but provided you play smart, listen to your body, and vow to put the safety of yourself and your unborn baby first, you can totally go Phishin’ 8 months pregnant!

What a weekend for the books, and I’m so grateful 💕

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Adventures in Pregnancy – Phishin’ night 1!

Baby definitely had his or her favorites last night, but the most movement came during The Squirming Coil!

I’ll chat more later about experiencing Phish 8 months pregnant, but night 1 went well and we had a blast and it was so. freakin. nice. to phinally get a phix after waaaay too long between shows (no thanks to you, Curveball! 😜)

Excited to see what night 2 brings! 🐠🎶💕

 

Make It Work Monday – Phish Saves The Day!

Monday didn’t start out so great – one of the moves in my workout triggered a bout of dizziness, so the rest of my workout was spent trying not to trigger that again, and it’s just not the way I wanted to start the week, you know?

But life happens.

So I did what I could in my workout, and realized it’s no reason to let the rest of the day suck – the day was literally only 4 hours old at that point, which meant I had 20 hours to turn this ship around!

A delicious coffee and an awesome commute almost completely covered by one of my fave Phish jams – Sand @ Big Cypress 12.31.99, and my mood was instantly boosted!

What will you do to make Monday awesome?

 

Fuck Yeah Friday – 175 Mile Challenge

175 miles.

There was a time when I would have looked at the number 175 and seen what felt like 175,000 and said NO WAY, without even ENTERTAINING the idea.

And then there was a time I would look at that 175, seen 175 and maybe considered it, but still been DAUNTED by the idea of running 3 figures worth of miles, VOLUNTARILY. Like hello, are you CRAZY?!

And then there was a time where I would see that number and break it down. I would see it as something HARD, but attainable. I would see it as CHALLENGING, but exhilarating.

I would feel CONFIDENT in myself, and I would BELIEVE in myself, and I would just RUN. I would finally FEEL like the limitless being that I am.

Remember, I wasn’t a runner even 2 years ago… I hadn’t run 175 miles probably in my whole life, never mind in a condensed span of time.

And wouldn’t you know it this challenge would take place during, for me, one of the more brutal summers of memory. 😩

The humidity and the poor air quality really combined for a powerful 1-2 punch against me. Not just occasionally, but repeatedly and relentlessly. And I honestly did what I could to fight back… I ran shorter runs on really bad days or longer runs to try to make up for it on those few days that the air wasn’t suffocating. (Those days felt so few and so far between!)

But acquiring those miles wasn’t worth feeling like I was dying, and I needed to freakin’ breath, so sometimes I had to wave the white flag and accept that I was gonna be behind the pace I had hoped to at least somewhat maintain. I had to rest. And these moments were hard for me, as my resolve and my determination really are formidable. It can be tough to talk myself down into a rational state of mind sometimes. But I knew, and came to accept, that these hard decisions were the right decisions for my body, for my health and well-being.

If I was gonna do this, I was gonna do it the smart, sustainable way.

I’ll be honest, sometimes it was so fucking frustrating. But it meant finding pockets where I could do it and not die.

I always walk Roxy at least a mile after work and I figured hey, that’s at least 60 miles! Oh but often it was too hot to take her very far and we had to backyard it… aka not acquire mileage.

And even Curveball got in on the game – if Magnaball was any indication, I would have averaged 7 miles a day for 3+ days at Curveball… well over the average of 2.5/day this challenge broke down to. But I didn’t get to explore those grounds and accumulate THOSE miles, either. 😔

Life happens, but man did I feel up against a wall. Sometimes the resistance I was facing was spirit-breaking.

And this challenge technically ended in August… but I had already come that far, and fought to be as many miles in as I was, so what was I supposed to do, just stop because the deadline came?

No! This was MY race… I would finish on MY terms. I would rather FINISH it LATE than leave it unfinished – eff that!

When I decided to do this challenge, I aimed to run 100 of the miles and walk 75 of the miles. (Obviously, this was before I realized Mother Nature wasn’t gonna grant me ideal running conditions for most of the days. That realization didn’t actually come until I was well into battling for these miles.)

I came up a little shy, running 96.23 and walking 78.8 and I’m perfectly fine with, and incredibly impressed by that! I ran 96 freakin’ miles in 3 months time – that’s a huge increase! 🎉

I learned a lot about myself in this experience… and I think I’m gonna save that component for another day!