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.
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.
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