Taking My Ego for a Ride
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.