When Walking is Running

Last week Marathon Girl finally had to stop running. After making it to week 20 of her pregnancy, running four plus miles every day was becoming too difficult. So this weekend when she asked if I wanted to go on a walk with her, I agreed. I pictured a nice walk through the neighborhood where we'd push Aidan in the stroller and talk and enjoy the wild flowers that are in full bloom.

I forgot who I was walking with.

For Marathon Girl a "walk" is something akin to a slow jog.

We ended up "walking" four miles at a 10 minute per mile pace. By the time it was over, I was sweating and realized I had a pretty decent workout.

Marathon Girl? She didn't even look tired. Her hair didn't even look out of place. You wouldn't have known she just went on some kind of power walk.

Over 20 weeks into her pregnancy, she doesn't look very pregnant. There was an neighborhood party this weekend and most of the women about died when they learned how far along she was. And I have to admit she looks great.

Maybe one of these days she'll become pregnant enough that I can keep up with her.