Tuesday, April 30, 2013
I was just commenting on a message board, and it reminded me how lucky I am to have the husband I have. It's true that living with Jim has converted me from a pisco-lacto-ova-vegetarian to a bacon-craving carnivore, but he's made it easy for me to do the amount of riding I do.
Commuting by bike takes an extra hour a day. When he wasn't working, that meant less time for us to spend together in the evenings. Now that he's working (and has a 75-minute one-way commute), he's still bearing a sizable share of the household chores. He's a champ.
During my weekend training rides, he's always ready to come rescue me if needed. Once, I called him and asked him to meet me with a sandwich. I gave him very detailed instructions on the sandwich. (Several hours into a ride, food cravings can be *intense*!) He delivered, and rode the next 20 miles of the ride with me. Such a sweetie.
He encourages me without nagging me. I've even given him permission to remind me of my goals if I'm talking about a second helping of dinner or another beer. He loves me fat, he loves me fit. He just loves me.
Commuting by bike requires some planning because I wear suits at work. I spend a little bit of time every Sunday evening packing a bag with bike wear for Monday's ride home, work out clothes for my lunch time walk, and clothes for work. I pack up three or four lunches. During the week, upon arriving home, I stretch and work with a foam roller. At some point before bed, I hang upside down on our inversion table. All of these things take away time I could be spending on housework or hanging out with the Hubs. And he never complains.
When I start swimming, he's agreed to walk along the river bank with a towel & dry clothes for when I've decided I've had enough. Once I'm able to run, he's going to ride his mountain bike alongside me while I'm on long training runs.
He's driven ahead of me on the route of an organized ride, cowbell in hand, cheering me on (just like the guy in the Subaru commercial), snapping action shots with his camera.
If I was still single, my diet would be better, but I'd be lacking my live-in coach, sag wagon, and cheer squad. I'm pretty lucky.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
[insert important-announcement-type music]
I've decided: I will complete an Olympic-distance triathlon to celebrate my 50th birthday in September 2015. That gives me two years to prepare myself to swim 1500 meters, ride 40 km, and run 10 km. I'm telling people around me to ensure it will be embarassing to fail. I'm considering telling people I really dislike so that failure will be humiliating. (Just considering it, though.)
I can already ride 40 km. I know I'll be able to work up to running 10k. (In fact, getting to that point may mean I end up a lot lighter than I'd planned.) I'm not crazy about swimming, but I'm willing to work at it. The good news is there's an Olympic triathlon here in the Tri-Cities that does the swim in the Columbia River. With the current, of course.
I have a friend who is unhappy with her weight & fitness level who turns 50 a month before me. I think I'm going to ask if she wants to join. She has three kids and a dog, which will make training more difficult for her, but she can also set her own work schedule. I'm also thinking of finding someone local who interested in doing this, but who has a different "strong" event. Pairing up with someone who loves swimming but hates cycling may make be feel better about my dislike of swimming.
I figure I will do a few sprint triathlons next summer as a way of monitoring my progress and keeping myself motivated.
My first training step is to pledge to go for a walk during my lunch break at least three times a week. That's on top of riding my bike to & from work and my walk/run in the mornings before work. Even if it's just 15 minutes, it gets me out of my office and out into the sunshine.
I'm pretty excited about this.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
I am having a terrible time motivating myself to go for a walk/run. (It's mostly walking, interspersed with running. At some point, my body will be able to handle running.) Now that I'm able to ride more, my motivation to walk or run at lunch has plummeted.
I know the walk/run benefits myoverall health. It's a weight-bearing exercise (and boy howdy, is there a lot of weight to bear!) which will help keep my bones healthy. Running burns calories faster than cycling. Getting outside at lunch always refreshes me. I've never regreted getting outside at lunch.
The only downside is that I have to be in court at 1:30 on the other side of the river. I have to leave work by 1:00 to be there early enough to have my files prepped & ready to go. (No one likes an unprepared lawyer.) So it's a bit of a scramble, but I can do it.
I think I've talked myself back into the walk/run at lunch. But it still puzzles me how little motivation I have. I view running as the way to keep from getting really fat during the winter (oh, to be a brown bear and hibernate!). There was a time I actually enjoyed running. I imagine that once I get down to around 170 pounds, running will be both easier and more enjoyable. Clearly, I need to find some motivation to keep me moving toward running. (Just so long as it doesn't take much time away from cycling!)
There's a part of me that wants to get into good enough condition to do a mini-triathlon. The down side is that I enjoy swimming even less than I enjoy running, and the swim is the portion of the tri that's hardest for most people. I live along a river, so I have ready access to "live" water. (As a lot of newbies triathletes discover, there's a huge difference between swimming in a pool and swimming in a natural body of water.) The Hub has even agreed to walk along the river while I'm swimming to serve as my "sag wagon" (if there is such a thing for swimming).
Hmmm - I will be 50 in 2 1/2 years. Maybe that would be a great way to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of my birth - doing a mini-triathlon.
I think I just found my motivation.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Took off down the road with my cycling glass still firmly wedged into my helmet. I felt very much like a pro. And heck, given all the painted-over penises that have been graffiti-ed onto the trail, it felt a little like France in July.
Friday, April 19, 2013
I'm a team leader for our local Cystic Fibrosis Foundation Cycle for Life. I want to buy this kit. Yesterday, I decided that when I get down to 185 pounds (and stay there for a week, so no short cuts!), I get to buy it. Yes, it's pricey, but I want it and we can afford it. teamcf.dnacycling.cc/ladies.html
And maybe Team Vanderkitten will be my incentive to get down to 165 pounds. www.vanderkitten.com/shop/product-ca
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