Monday, June 18, 2012

Taking My Ego for a Ride

Cross posted to ShesAlwaysWrite

I got my racing bike off the trainer, dusted it off and cautiously pumped tires that have been flat since last spring, when my OB laughingly informed my non-stop puking self that I was pregnant.

Here's what I learned:

A) Headwinds still suck.
B) Holy shitballs Batman, I am out of shape.
3) See A and B.

This was the conversation between my legs and cadence computer about 3 minutes into the ride...

CC: You suck.
Legs: But... but... complicated pregnancy! Puked every day for 9 months! Pre-eclampsia and bedrest!  Emergency c-section!!
CC: You TOTALLY suck. Now HTFU and give me 85.

Also? Postpartum bellies and aero bars are mutually exclusive concepts.  And what was I thinking signing up for a triathlon that is somehow only 9 weeks away?!

There was some good news...

1) I can still clip in without wiping out.
2) I still remember... mostly... which gear levels do what.
3) I can, technically, still pull 21 mph into a headwind while hauling 100 extra pounds on this poor, tired ass.

It's not gonna be pretty, but I'm fairly confident I can finish the Danskin sprint in August. Even if I have to hold hands with Sally Edwards to do it.

Bottom line? Time to spend less time pounding big girl martinis and more time hammering in the big girl ring.

Monday, December 19, 2011

My Future Relay Team

This pretty much sums up where I've been for the past year.

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Gleektastic

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= New Favorite Workout

Hardest part is restraining my geektastic show choir drama club marching band self from running hard and singing at the top of my lungs.  Cause that would totally kill the Zone 2ness of it all.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Harder to Wait for than Christmas

Waiting to give Bear his bike at Christmas was a zillion times easier than waiting for it to be nice enough to let him take it outside!

After that epic blizzard, we've still got some waiting to do before all this snow melts and we can trade our ski caps for bike helmets.


Tuesday, December 28, 2010

You Say It's Your Birthday

I have days when being in my late 30s feels really old... like when I hear teenagers asking store clerks where the legwarmers are and I'm all "um, hello, it's NOT 1986." 

But mostly, I feel like this is a great age to be and I try to enjoy being young. ish.

Regardless of what kind of day I'm having, I never stop feeling this way about my holiday birthday.