Thursday, May 23, 2013
I had a major mechanical on my ride into work this morning. One of the derailleur pulleys dropped out of the derailleur. One of the pins in my chain popped. The derailleur hanger is bent. (!!!)
I can not make a big enough frowny face to express my annoyance.
Ten years ago, I lost a derailleur pulley (but that's all that happened). That was when I upgraded my bike from 27" wheels, a 6-gear cassette, and Shimano 105 parts to 700c wheels, 8 gears, and an Ultrega gruppo. Who knows - maybe my derailleur pulleys have a 10-year life span.
So, the bike is going to Scott's Cycle and Fitness this evening. They're awesome. Their turnaround time is amazing, and they try to fix a part before replacing it. They installed new cables on my mountain bike and only charged me for the part. I love those guys.
So, I may be commuting on my mountain bike for a while.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
I skipped my lunch walk because of the weather. The workout clothes I had at the office were a pair of shorts and a sleeveless microfiber shirt. They were inadequate for the wind & rain that rolled through at lunch. I was fearful for the conditions I would face on my ride home.
The wind on the ride home was from the southeast. AMAZING! I averaged 17 mph on the way home. It'll be a while before I beat that time.
I decided to do a faux-brick workout. I got home, put dinner in the oven, switched shorts, shoes, and shirt, and headed out for a brisk walk. My legs weren't really wooden, but I could see why they're called brick workouts. My legs did feel different than when I normally start a walk or ride.
My mom had some surgery last week that went well, and her surgeon was optimistic. But today there were complications, and she's back in surgery. That was weighing on my mind. It was good to get out and work out some angst. How do people who don't exercise deal with life's roller coaster?
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
I went for a walk at lunch today, but it was a short, slow walk. As I was changing my clothes I realized I was wearing a Wonderbra - no running today! It was difficult to get myself out the door. I found all kinds of plausible excuses to not walk. But I have pledged to walk every day at lunch. So I did.
My desk calendar has a mileage suggestion on every Saturday. Last weekend, I was supposed to ride 45 miles (or hills - hills are always an option). I managed 32 on a route with some hills. (One I walked up part of the way.) I look at next month, and the weekend before the surgery, I'm supposed to ride 57 miles.
There's a part of me that wants to chuck all my plans out the window and slack off until after surgery. I'm pushing back against that desire. I know that I will feel better post-op if I stick to my routine pre-op. But I still have a nagging voice asking, "What's the point?"
Maybe I'm just tired. Perhaps I'll actually get to bed early tonight and catch up on some sleep. No matter what, though, I will work out tomorrow. It's what I do, and it's worth it.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
I'm staying at a hotel with a pool, so I brought along swim gear gear for my first swim in a few decades. It was both awful and good.
Last week, I tried on my swimmer swimsuit. The swimmer swimsuit is different than the fat old lady with saddlebags swimsuit with a skirt. I was not horrified by what I saw, despite the "childbearing hips" and the roll of fat on my back. Advice from the fat female triathlete whose book l just finished: get over your dislike of how you look in a swimsuit. You are not there to look good; you are there to work out. As a fat cyclist, I "get" that.
I bought a swim cap, goggles, nose plugs and ear plugs. I have a set of goggles and nose plugs, but they're 20 or so year old. I wasn't sure if they'd still work. Being cheap, I brought along the old stuff, thinking I would return the new ones if I don't need them. The rubber on the old nose plugs' strap had disintegrated, but they still work. I'll keep the new ones, though. I don't want to lose them in the river.
The old goggles were leaky. The new ones are like suction cups. Yep, no pool water got into them, but I initially feared dislodging an eyeball when I took them off. (I didn't.)
So, into pool I go. I do not know how to breathe. When I swim face down, I do pretty good. But I'm only able to do a few strokes until I must breathe. Because I have a few years to prepare, I decided to get in a swim workout. I did the backstroke mostly and a bit of side crawling. I was pleased that I didn't freak out when water washed over my face.
I swam for about ten minutes. Part of me wanted to do more, but I didn't want to overdo it. I'm not sore today, so I think I made the right choice. Maybe the potassium in the french fries I had with dinner helped.
Post-surgery, I will be able to swim before I can run (at least I think that's what the doctor said). I figure I'll join a gym as soon as I am able to get up and about. The gym I will most likely join is 8 miles from home and 8 miles from work. I figure that at some point, I will ride my bike to the gym, swim, then ride to work. Two brick workouts a week!
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.
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