In my experience, one of the most humbling things for a runner is being pregnant. You go from tons of miles and aiming for PRs to just hoping you can make it home without throwing up. Your shorts are uncomfortable. Your shirt is stretched to the max over your belly.
Bottom line- you’re slow and you can’t pull off the miles you used to.
I used to think to myself that if I didn’t do at least a 3 mile run it wasn’t even worth going. I hated that I thought that, but I couldn’t help it.
I now realize what I used to know so well- every step counts.
I treasure the ability to get through a mile no matter how slow. I’m thankful for what a 1 mile run can do for me mentally and physically.
A mile is still a mile even if it takes me a lot longer than it used to.