Good news: I have someone to run with during a pandemic. Bad news: my new running partner has slowed me way down since day one, when they were the size of a sprinkle.
The sprinkle is my second kid, which makes me feel like I know what to expect and also surprised when it turns out I don’t (a lesson I’m sure this kid will teach me again and again).
Last time I knew running was perfectly safe (despite the remaining naysayers that claim running is bad for the baby—just like it wrecks your knees—doctors agree it’s really good for you and the baby), but worried about summer running, since it’s approximately one million degrees and a billion percent humidity in Virginia where I live. Fear kept me on the treadmill for the early weeks since some books caution about heat (especially hot yoga, saunas, and hot tubs). But after more research and assurance from my doctor, it turns out it’s unlikely that my body will overheat by exercise alone. Having dealt with this weather before, I feel more confident in my approach: go early when it’s cooler, hydrate, hydrate, hydrate (no matter how much I need to stop and pee), and listen to my body when it says take it easy or slow down.
(As a neuroscientist, I can’t help but mention that the molecule that helps create some of the cognitive benefits of running, like better memory and new brain cells, also reaches the fetal brain. Running during pregnancy makes smarter babies. Take that, naysayers.)