Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Warning: the following posts contains discussion of my inner lady parts. Quit reading now if you can't stomach old broads talking about such things.
Went to the doctor today. Every six months, she likes to check in on the random stuff that's growing in & around my pelvis. Today, ultrasound discovered a new guest at the party. My doctor declared this new arrival "very troubling" and recommended kicking it out of of the party as soon as possible. So, middle of next month, I am having a complete hysterectomy.
So much for my hopes to embrace menopause as a natural stage of life.
Four to six weeks of recovery time? Ack. I tend to heal fast - who knows, maybe that has something to do with why stuff has started randomly growing throughout my body. Four weeks off the bike and no running. Okay, four to six weeks of no sex, too, but I'll miss the bike more than the sex. (Sorry, Hubs.)
This is a huge setback. I will be able to walk during my recovery period. Something tells me I will be walking a LOT. It's going to be very difficult to keep my weight in check. I eat when I'm sad. I eat when I'm bored. I eat because I got a sudden craving for a particular flavor or texture. Occasionally - but very rarely - I eat because I'm actually hungry.
Prior to my surgery, we are going to purge the house of my trigger foods. We are going to have lots of fruit & fresh veggies for me to snack on.
I'm going to do my best to not allow this to completely derail my plans. I sure am going to miss my bike, though.
Tuesday, May 07, 2013
I've decided to throttle down my transition to running. I was running one minute, followed by two minutes of walking. After a few weeks of that, I increased my running to ninety seconds. I think that's too much for my body at this point.
I switched to minimalist shoes last fall. I love them, but I suspect my nearly-200 pound body is too much for an unsupported foot to bear. I don't want to go back to regular running shoes, so I've decided to continue with my 1:2 run/walk until I know my feet can handle the pressure. I have occasional pain in my feet, so I do not believe I've injured anything. I think I just need to lose more weight and increase the strength of the connective tissue in my feet; in other words, I am NOT quitting on my goal of being a triathlete.
Since committing to getting out of the office at lunch every day, I haven't missed a day, with the exception of an office function held at lunch last Thursday. I feel pretty good about that. I need to maintain my mindset that any amount of exercise is better than sitting at my desk through lunch.
I've started researching triathlon training. I'm staying at hotel with a pool a couple of days next week, so I'll have my first swim in more than a decade. I tried on an an old swimsuit last week. Although I'm still pretty flabby, I was happy that I wasn't completely repulsed by what I saw. Maybe that comes from realizing that I can't get out of wearing a swimsuit in public if I want to train for a triathlon.
I found a website that shows the current temperature of the Columbia River at the Bonneville Dam. That's a ways downstream, but I'm guessing it won't be much different that the temperature in the Tri-Cities. (Despite all the Hanford jokes, the water isn't any warmer here than it is downstream.) And right now, it's in the mid-50's. Even with that temperature, I saw people on water skis & jetskis on the river yesterday. Yeah, the air was 90F, but that river is still cold!
I'm hoping to find a local who's selling a triathlon wetsuit they no longer fit into. But if that doesn't happen, I'm prepared to spend the money on a new wet suit. I figure I'll also end up joining a local fitness club in order to have access to a pool. (That kills my tightwad nature, but I keep reminding myself it's for the best!)
Right now, the biggest thing I need to conquer is getting enough sleep. I try, but I end up getting to bed later than I intended. Some nights, I just have a tough time getting to sleep. (And this despite having no caffeine after 11 a.m.) Tomorrow, though, I'm taking the morning off because I have a doctor's appointment at 9:45. Even with a run/walk in the morning, I should be able to sleep in. Yay!
Friday, May 03, 2013
I left work early today. I ran a few errands on my way home, including stopping at a local nursery. The first thing I did when I arrived home is plant the veggies I bought (three tomato varieties, spaghetti squash, and sweet basil (to replace the plant that died in our last hard freeze). I'd hoped to get a nap in sometime this afternoon. Ain't gonna happen.
There's a load of laundry in the dryer and one in the washer. The quiche I promised the Hubs last weekend is in the oven. I headed down to Chamna for a walk/run, but there is no way I was going to run. I tried a few times and my body rebelled. My feet are kind of sore. More importantly, I ate too much too soon before heading out to run. I ended up walking 4 miles at an average of 3.5 mph. Not terrible.
Inexplicably, my HRM has rumbled back to life.
Maybe I'll go try for that nap now, before the Hubs gets home.
Wednesday, May 01, 2013
It's only Wednesday, but I am declaring this a very demanding week. I'm commuting round-trip four days this week (that's just under 20 miles). I've walked at lunch everyday, walked Monday morning and Tuesday evening. I'm hopeful the Hubs will drag me out for another walk this evening.
I'm intentionally over-working my legs because I know I will not get any exercise this weekend. I find overload followed by complete rest really boosts my speed. I don't do this very often. (Most weeks I do not ride on Friday or Sunday, rather than taking two days in a row off the bike.)
Today, I walked/ran at lunch. I walked to a nearby field (just over four minutes' walk), then alternated running for a minute & a half and walking for two minutes. After four loops, I walked back to the office. Boy howdy, is that a lot of work. When I'm struggling, my "inner coach" takes over. But all coach could get out was "you're doing great! you're doing great!". Geez, even the voices in my head were having trouble breathing.
I cannot yet run a mile. I know that I will get there, though. I'm willing to build up my strength slowly. (That's remarkable, because patience is NOT my strong suit.)
The stretching & foam roller work is helping. I haven't felt a tweak in the area of my adductor longus for a few days. My legs are tired, but not sore. I have to remind myself to be consistent about stretching even when I'm not in pain. And I know that if I do this, it's going to be a great season!
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.
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