Remember that fantastic (Walking Dead-like even?) cliffhanger from last week? Sure. Ok.
Welp, I think I’ve dotted and crossed off all of the appropriate letters and I can let you in on my little news.
Folks, I’m leaving corporate and turning granola. Translation: goodbye Goodlife Fitness, hello Trent Athletics Centre!
After, oh, eight or so years with my lovely Goodlife Fitness, I started to realize that my new schedule just wasn’t jiving with their schedule anymore. Which really means, when I only get to hang with mini-Muffin for about 2 hours a night, I’m really not keen to spend at least an hour of that at the gym. Go figure. And my beloved 6am time slot is also a no-go now that I’m 1) living in the wilderboonies and 2) have a hardworking husband who leaves the house before 5am every morning. (Stalkers and murderers, disregard!) So 6am = baby duty now.
As I mentioned before, in an effort to maximize my time away from home, I’ve been running at lunch or late afternoon which seems to be working pretty well. But I wasn’t quite ready to give up the gym scene just yet (mostly because my love-affair with running can be described as sporadic at best). Enter Trent Athletics Centre! Hooray! The kind folks there have hired me as a substitute instructor for now and hopefully, someday in the not too super-distant future, I’ll get on the schedule for a lunch or afternoon class. And in the meantime, I’m still able to attend their classes to miraculously try to get my soggy legs back into cycling shape. Yeesh. I mean…I’m super fit and sporty and hiring me was an excellent decision!
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all win-win. Win because I’m really excited to start something new, I’m already liking the classes at the AC, and yes, I’m pumped to join their team. But don’t be fooled, I’ll miss that Goodlife family crazy amounts too. To all those fantastic 6am faces, have no fear, you’ll see me on a free day buying a day pass just to get a little RPM or Body Pump fix.
But I’ll be the one in Birks and wool socks.
Having ran a whopping six times over the past three weeks, with a “long run” of 6k, I’m not exactly ready to toot my horn as a “runner” again just yet. BUT I feel like I’m getting there…or at least trying to.
It’s shocking how quickly your body can turn on you. YEARS!, I spent running, stretching (ish, whatever, I know, shut up), training, and just generally loving up on, LEGS, you have betrayed me. Fickle little monsters.
So I’ve been learning the hard way that it’s going to take some time to get over the lumps, er, hump. Not surprisingly, months of Winners wandering, 90210 watching and “Are you a cow?” reading will leave you unequipped to run like the wind. It’s much more likely to have you wondering, “AM I cow?! Why do I feel like a cow?! This must be what cows feel like when they run…”
So that’s where I am…plodding along, painfully and awkwardly, in a race to get back to mediocre. But I’m fairly convinced that if a gun was pointed at me, I could run 5km to escape. And after Saturday, hopefully 7km.
PS – On a somewhat related note, did you notice that I went to the gym on Monday? Shannaners and I tackled a 30 min cycle class followed by BodyPump. And, I shit you not, yesterday was the first day that I could stand upright without feeling like my back/triceps/chest/eyelashes weren’t going to explode. Oh, soggy lumps of deteriorated muscles, why do you hate me?
I got comfortable, folks.
Which could easily be translated to “lazy”, however I think there’s a lot more to it than just that.
I got to like not being inconvenienced. Not having to run a certain distance or be at the gym at a certain time. Or shower. Or put on non-elastic waist pants. It was easy and lovely and, well, a bit lazy. If I wanted to spend an entire afternoon canoodling a certain little bundle of joy – I did it. I had nowhere to be and nothing to prove. Bliss.
But, if you know me at all, that fancy-free kind of schedule just doesn’t do it for me in the long run. I’m a planner. A list-maker. A goal-setter (not goal-achiever per se, but sweet peas, I’ll make a spreadsheet to map it out). So I’m back. WITH A PLAN!
I can’t even begin to go over all of the things that I should have blogged about during my year at home with Mini-Muffin (for example, her chubby little cheeks and the way she looks when she’s just dozing off and…gahhhh, so much cuteness), so I’ll just stick to a few running related highlights:
- I did actually run. Not well or far, but on January 7, 2013 I headed out and braved my first run since being 30 weeks preggo in August.
- I did actually sign-up for a half-marathon and gave a pseudo-training plan a go. Until early May when the race was around the corner and I was still red-faced wheezing through my one and only 15km run. That’s when I decided I was done.
- Mini-Muffin and I got used to using the jogging stroller and it was good. But I typically maxed out between 5-7km. And I was ok with that. (See above re: lazy)
- We moved…to the boonies. And I haven’t quite wrapped my head around running there…by my lonesome. (Ahem, Shannaners.)
So that brings you up to speed. (Heh.)
Now that I’m back at work and FORCED to be wearing pants and on a schedule, I’m trying to work in a few midday runs a week while at the office. (Because no one cared to remind me how crazy short your days are when you’re confined to a desk for 8ish hours. Barf.) So, to avoid cutting into precious evening family snuggle time, I’m maximizing my “work” day. Look at me! Super inconvenienced! And kind of smelly at work!
Next post, where I’m at in my fitness. (Is there a succinct/non-humiliating way to say, “I can weeble-wobble along for about 16 minutes before realizing that my lungs and legs are on fire and I’m 99% sure that I am going to have a stroke/seizure/heart attack in the parking lot because, oh right, after 16 minutes of “running” I’m still in a parking lot”?)
Welcome back, readers!
Yep, I’m back.
And registered for a race.
Oh yes, and I haven’t actually ran in the past 5 months.
This should be interesting.
I really didn’t mean to take a TWO MONTH hiatus from blogging…it’s just kind of happened…without me even realizing it.
Let me explain.
You know that friend you have…the one you really like but you just haven’t called in a really long time? And the more time that passes the more awkward it will be when you finally get off your lazy ace and call them? So you don’t. And then it becomes even more horrible in your mind and and you really start to miss them but can’t figure out how to re-connect without it being achingly awful and embarrassing?
For you literary geniuses, no need to explain that this metaphor (I think. Clearly not a genius here.) is about me and my blog and our fading relationship. Again, it wasn’t intentional…just awkward. So let’s hug it out and move on, shall we?
But before we do, it wouldn’t be an apology without some lame excuses to go along with it!
Totally appropriate excuse numero uno: This is a running blog. And sweet potato fries, it’s hard to write about running when you are barely trucking along with zero training or race goals in mind. Not a lot of blog fodder in the same 7k route when subjects like achy pelvic bones, peeing in the woods and bouncy fetuses are frowned upon. That said, I am happy that I managed to run until 30 weeks (about 7.5 months) preggo. And truthfully, the actual running didn’t feel too bad and I probably could have kept going a little longer, but feeling like you have to pee for 45 minutes and then waddling around the office all day because your crotch is sore was just getting a little annoying.
So no more running for this gal for a few months at least. I’m still cycling and doing Body Pump a few times a week and have switched to “power walks” with Piper instead of running. (Tip: power walks are really just walks but with a pully dog)
Totally appropriate excuse #2: I broke my camera. And we all know people just want to look at adorable pictures of dogs (see exhibit A above), food and self-portraits on blogs. It’s ok to admit it. So if anyone knows how to get river water out of a camera – AFTER trying the rice trick – lemme know. Or, even better, if anyone would like to buy a clumsy cheapskate a water-free / water-proof camera, lemme know.
Totally appropriate excuse #3: I’m lazy and it’s summer so get off my back. Pretty self-explanatory that one.
But seriously, I do have some updates for you, such as “2012 goals: yeah, how’s that going?” and “Recipe round-up…the good, the bad and the tragically ugly”. But until then, one more gratuitous shot of my lovely little family.
….buuut, I’m guessing this might turn out to be the longest summer for me EVER.
So yeah, I’ll start.
Dear Summer….Really? Already?!
You’d think that running between 6-7am would be the responsible, smart thing to do in these kinds of temperatures. Get out while the getting is good. Guess what? It wasn’t even remotely good then.
Actually here is the ACTUAL FREAKING WEATHER from this morning…right about the time I was wheezing my way back up my driveway from a sluggish 6k run. Yes SIX. That’s it. (And yet somehow I still lived to tell.)
I really thought it would be my increasingly gargantuan belly that would do me in on the running scene…not you, dear summer. Old friend. I already hate winter….it just doesn’t feel right to begrudge my beloved warmth and sunshine too. But c’mon, at least give me the early mornings before the blinding heat sets in, mkay?
Great. Good talk.
BUT all of this heat is making me even more excited for my next little attempt at staying upright (when all I really want to do is curl up on top of the AC vent). Hello deep water running classes!
I’ve signed up to VOLUNTARILY squeeze myself into a one-piece in public (OMFG) to take part in an oh-so awesome deep water running course running throughout July and August. Fries n’gravy, if I’m going to look like a whale, I might as well go balls to the wall and make it authentic by flapping around in a semi-large body of water too.
Actually, because my cycling instruction days are now on the decline and the angry sun is going to make it next to impossible to run outdoors sooner than later, I really wanted something that would be active, fun and totally manageable EVEN if you are smuggling a watermelon under your swim suit. I did the same class years ago with Hooles and then recently tried it again for the Exercise Diaries and really liked it both times. So if you are wondering what the deuce it’s all about, pop over to read my recap here. And if morbid curiosity is calling to you about what a 30-something year old woman would look like when stuffed into sausage casing, join the class! It’ll be like a wave pool once I get flailing around in there. FUN!
What’s been going on lately…
- Bump – The bump has arrived! Funny how one day you just wake up and all of a sudden your belly can no longer be attributed to pretzels and soup bloating. Mini-Muffin is starting to stretch out and take up some space. Speaking of, at 22 weeks the little fetal beetle is about 11 inches (the length of a spaghetti squash) and almost a whopping 1 pound. So maybe this belly is a biiiit pretzels afterall….and frozen yogurt.
- Mood – I feel great. Seriously. I’m not sure if the hormonal crying comes later or what, but so far I’ve only been crying at the really important, cry-worthy things. Yes, a voicemail from Dudes is important and a guy with a stutter on “America’s Got Talent” is totally cry-worthy.
- Exercise – I’m managing to run a couple times a week, do Body Pump and will still be teaching cycling for a couple more weeks. My hope is to run for as long as I can however this past week was the first time I had a bit of discomfort afterwards. I won’t go into details, but let’s just say that things are getting a little heavier up in here.
- Food – yes, please!
- On the to-do list – research maternity support belts to find out if they are worth the moula and will actually provide some extra support during sweat sessions. So anyone…tips?
- What I’m loving – Maternity pants. Seriously. It’s like a whole new world of comfort. It’s so nice not to have to rock, paper, scissors with myself over what pair of jeans I should try and jam myself into each day. I may never go back. (Muffin, I’m sorry that I’m not sorry)
- What I’m annoyed with – Not being able to sleep on my back. I’m a back sleeper and every.single.freaking.night I wake up in a panic because I’m on my back again. (TWSS)
Oh and one last thing…did I mention that this sweet little thing is made of sugar and spice and all things nice?
Tutus and ruffled leg warmers here we come! Because we’ll have to match, right?
Ah shoot. Sometimes (like very rarely) my ability to convey sarcasm in writing falls short. I know, I’m having a hard time believing it myself.
However, much to my surprise, I discovered after reading some comments and texts that I may have led some folks into thinking I’ve accomplished waaaay more than I actually have in the last few weeks.
Remember this little line from my post a few weeks ago… “I ran a couple of marathons, learned to knit AND drive standard, and dug a pool in our backyard, but that’s about it. No biggie smalls.”
Full disclosure – I did none of those things. In fact I thought that that list was so impossibly outrageous that my joke would be hilariously apparent. Apparently not. Apparently some of you (some of my very most quick-witted readers I might add) have much higher hopes for me. Silly gooses.
So no, my 2012 goals of learning to knit and drive standard have not come to fruition (YET) and even more upsetting, we are not getting a pool. Sorry Shannaners, the mini-pool (aka: lukewarm hot tub) will have to do for now.
Okaaaay, after that little slap to the ego about all of the things I haven’t done, let’s get on with what I have done. (Equally impressive…don’t worry.) <– See? That’s sarcasm.
1) Hang out with awesome house guests (Come back soon, McKivies!) - check.
2) Pilfer entire maternity wardrobe from super generous post-preggos (thanks Mrs’ Boa, Bravo and Laporte!) – check.
3) Get pumpity-pumped for this weekend’s house guests (Welcome home, Gornacs!) – check.
4) Deal with the fact that all of my summer social events will be spent sober. All of them. – working on it.
If Snooki can do it, I can do it.
(Stay sober, that is.)
5), keep on truckin’ – check. I’ve managed to keep up with my workouts on a fairly consistent basis so far. For sure there are mornings that I just don’t feel like running, so I don’t. But for the most part, I’ve managed at least 2-3 runs per week and they range from about 6k – 10k. And truthfully, I have never been happier to have running partners. They are by far the only reason I’m still running.
Each solo run I do is either a) cancelled by moi, or b) total crap.
So if you are feeling large and in charge (Like some of us are. Shut up.) or are just lacking a bit of motivation, your first step is to get a partner STAT and then keep your mind off that shit. Would you rather spend your run stressing about if it’s physically possible for legs to actually spontaneously fall off OR spend it chatting away about boobs and placentas*? (*subject matter left to the runners’ discretion)
I know what I would pick. (And Hooles and Jen, thanks for letting me talk about boobs and placentas with you.)
Speaking of, I’ll be adding a meggo-preggo update on the mini-Muffin this weekend! (Pinky swear, not a peep about my “lacenta-pay”. There is such a thing as TMI…Hi Gramps!)