By Jen Brydges
FFCrew + FF Blog contributor + runner
I started running to lose weight and, in the process, I fell in love with it. Like hard core love. I became a fairly decent runner and 26.2 is my very favorite distance.
When I got pregnant, I vowed to be the healthiest pregnant person you’d ever met. I was going to workout and continue running and it would be awesome. And then the puking started. And it was brutal. There were days when getting out of bed was the hardest thing in the world. Once I was out of bed, I was sick. All. Day. Long. But, I tried to look on the bright side – my baby was ok, I was technically “fine” and we were moving right along. It had to stop at some point, right?