Not Bad for a Pregnant Chick

I almost feel silly posting my meager accomplishments when the blogosphere is rife this week with tear-jerker race reports from IMLou and eloquent thoughts leading up to IMMoo.

Pregnant though I am, limited though I may be, I'm still a triathlete at heart and can't resist posting about my own training, even though I completely understand that my tiny voice will - and should - be drowned out in all the Iron shouting. I'm moved to post because it reminds me in the midst of the Iron frenzy that in some small way I really am still training, and in some small way I'm bringing myself that much closer to my own Ironman. Someday.

Long story short, here's the week I managed to put together:

Sunday - walk
Monday - off
Tuesday - swim
Wednesday - yoga
Thursday - walk
Friday - yoga

Five workouts in six days. I'm thinkin that's not to shabby for a pregnant chic.

Mocked by The Calorie Nazi

This was going to be a bitch and moan "poor me" kinda post, because the last couple weeks I've been quietly freaking out in a major way about the fact that I gained 3 pounds in August.

But I just have to accept the fact that that's what happens when you're almost 7 months pregnant and let it go. Because I haven't got it that bad - according to my scale (and my doctor's notes) my net gain for the pregnancy as of this week is: Zero.

That's right, I have officially gained back the 12 pounds I lost during the first 4 months of being so gloriously sick. So technically I guess I've gained 12 pounds, but if I think that way y'all will have to visit me in a padded cell so I'm refusing to think that way.

So. Instead of bitching and moaning about weighing exactly the same as I did 7 months ago, I thought I'd share something I find highly amusing. Something that kind of slaps me upside the head at least once a week, and serves as a constant reminder of how totally fast I am NOT....

One of the primary functions of The Calorie Nazi is to record your exercise and figure out the additional calories you're allowed to eat based on what you burned. It's got an impressively robust dictionary of activities, and includes varying levels of intensity for many activities.

Case in point - swimming.

In addition to options for each individual stroke, it gives me options for the intensity of the crawl. Those options are:

Intense (75 yards/minute)
Leisurely (50 yards/minute)

Um. Yeah.

See, when I was at my strongest on the swim, in the middle of getting one-on-one coaching, before my shoulder blew out, doing sprint sets, I could juuuuuust barely pull off 50 yards per minute.

And that's what The Calorie Nazi considers a LEISURELY pace.

This never ceases to amuse me. I'm thinkin the people who came up with these numbers have never talked to a back of the packer : )

IMWI Tri Blogger Meet Ups

This just in from Simply Stu...

IMWI Tri Blogger Meet Ups
Times:
Friday 11am
Friday 4pm
Saturday 11am

Location:
Corner of Wilson St and MLK Blvd. There is usually an Endless Pool in that area. If there IS, meet at the endless pool, if not, meet on the corner of Wilson and MLK.

(Map shamelessly stolen from Simply Stu.)


All reports are that there will be a very large number of people coming, so I assume that more detailed plans, such as people organizing groups to have meals together and setting up Tri Blogger cheering sections along the course, are expected to come from those of us hooking up at the time.

I'm going to try really hard to get to Madison in time (~2 hour trip) for the Friday afternoon meet-up, and I'll definitely be at the Saturday morning one. Would love to hear from anyone else who's going to be at the meetings and/or are looking for dinner plans Friday and/or Saturday.

Please pass this information on to anyone you know will be there!

I SHOULD Be in Bed

But instead I'm glued to my computer, refreshing IronmanLive.com result screens for bloggy peeps. Good times.

Perfect Morning

After a seemingly endless variety of adventures ranging from local flooding to migraines to tomato canning to my van needing repairs 3 times in 5 days, I managed to string together 9 days where I did precisely nothing resembling exercise.

So when I woke this morning to my version of a perfect day - sunny, low 70s with the mildest of breezes - I decided to drop everything ("everything" being laundry, bathroom cleaning, weed pulling and drywall patching) and carpe diem.

I took Kona for a lovely walk - just shy of 3 miles in just shy of an hour. The icing on the cake was the dog being shockingly well behaved for a teenage puppy monster who's been housebound from weeks of heavy rain.

But really, it just felt so damn good to get out of the house and move my body again.

Kona and I talked about it, and we agreed the only thing that could have made this walk any more perfect would have been a run.