Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Hopping back on the saddle

It has been six months since my last confession blog.  Coincidentally, it has been about that long since my last bike ride.  A lot has happened in the past half year - a wedding, a new pregnancy, two full marathons, a 10k . . . Yep, that's right!  My husband and I are expecting our first baby - a BOY -  this June!  

Goodbye, 2014 triathlon season!  I kid, I kid.  Sort of.  Ha ha.  

Anyway, I figured out pretty early that something was amiss - while we were having an unbearably hot and humid summer, my long runs were holding steady.  At the end of September, I noticed that I could barely hold my "easy" pace, and on work days I was falling asleep at 6pm and sleeping through the night, dead to the world.  It took me exactly 2 weeks of this schedule to figure it out.  I took a test, which confirmed my suspicions within seconds.  I took two more, just to be sure!!!

Long story short - I have been feeling fantastic.  The doctors gave me the green lights to train as I normally would, but to drink a lot of water and to listen to my body.  My runs have turned to more of a walk, but I suspect that has more to do with taking two months off from exercise than from growing a person.

This lack of exercise was painfully obvious this past weekend when I surprised everyone by actually showing up for a group ride (remember that part I said about being extremely tired?) - and early, to boot!  The plan was to ride 20 miles, and I figured that would not be a problem.  At first, I was uncomfortable - by no means do I have a flat stomach or visible abs, but I never actually had a belly that hung over my waistband.  Once I got used to the added pressure on my poor bladder, I didn't seem to notice much.  

About 5 miles in, legs spinning like crazy to keep up, I knew 20 miles was too much for me.  I did the best I could, but man alive, were my legs tired!  I told my companions that I was going to turn at the 7.5 mile marker, assured them I would be fine on my own, and headed back down the trail, moseying along at 15mph.  

During my solo ride, I thought about how lucky I have been - from being athletic from a very young age, to surviving non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma, to getting back in shape from gaining weight from treatments, to coaching basketball, running marathons and triathlons . . . I've never been "slim," but I've never been overweight, either.  I thought about all of those people out there who are being active, and how difficult it is for beginners or people beginning again, and I was overcome with inspiration.

I want to thank everyone out there who is active - whether you have only recently begun swimming, walking, Zumba-ing, strength training, etc. or you are a seasoned marathoner, cyclist and/or Ironman.  You all inspire me to get out the door, to get more out of myself than sometimes I feel like doing.  So when you don't feel like lacing up those shoes or heading to the pool, remember that you are inspiring others, and we are so very thankful.