One thing that I love about running, is that it is a very real metaphor for life. Or put another way, my running experiences giving me strength for life. One techinque that I was taught or learned along the way is when you are struggling to motivate yourself to just focus on something in front of you, and then if you get to that point you can decide to walk or keep going.
Most of the time you get up to the determined point, and you aren't feeling any worse so you keep going. Sometimes it is still hard but you choose another goal in front of you and go until then. Eventually you get to the end of your race, and think hmm... that wasn't too bad. Other times it is just good to finish and not think about how you had to convince yourself to get to one telephone pole after another.
I knew I would need to pull from these experiences to get through another pregnancy. Obviously that is why I was pushing so hard to do my last Marathon. I knew I wouldn't be able to run during this pregnancy, and so I needed to stock pile all the strength I could.
I have to say though, my markers or goals now are simple I get from week to week. Shot to shot. And it is a real struggle. I don't have a ton of options, but wrapping myself in cotton and being placed in a box sounds pretty nice. Maybe, I could be frozen and then unthawed at 36 or 37 weeks. And lastly, just staying in bed for the next 4 months.
Luckily I have adorable family that unrolls the cotton mummy and makes me laugh. An occasional there is a day that just goes by quick, with no weird pains, no worries. Between those days, it is all about getting to the next point. Then maybe I can walk for awhile.