25/04/2026
Training through pregnancy was one of the most humbling experiences.
At 14 weeks, I was meant to run the . In those early weeks, I was actually feeling strong — I hit a half marathon PB and some of my fastest splits.
Then week 9 hit.
My blood pressure dropped so low that I couldn’t even go for a walk on my own.
I deferred my entry, and everything changed. Training became daily walks (with someone), and on the better days, a supervised weights session.
For someone who’s trained consistently for 15+ years, losing that sense of autonomy and control was both mentally and physically challenging. Add in the fatigue and everything else that comes with pregnancy… it wasn’t easy.
I’m incredibly grateful for what my body was able to do — growing a human is no small feat. But that gratitude can exist alongside the reality that it’s hard to step away from something that’s been such a huge part of your life and identity.
