More Bike, More Yoga

Met up with Alisha again today to ride, this time at Umstead.  No four hour rides today.  I lasted 2 1/4 hours this time and was a good bit colder than yesterday.  Go ahead and laugh, you Northerners, but mid-40′s is cold when it got up to high 50′s the day before.  And warmer earlier in the week.  These things are relative and it was relatively cold enough to make me kind of annoyed with the conditions when I first started.  Alas, it’s still February, so enough with the complaining.  This ride did give me my first 100+ mile week in months, but then, I didn’t run at all.  I’ll give the running thing a shot later this week.

After the ride, I had some food, a shower then went off to prenatal yoga.  What I really like about prenatal yoga is that they do very little balancing stuff and even then with a wall to help out and other modifications.  I really stink at balancing poses.  I’m convinced that it’s because my sense of balance is dynamic, which is my fancy way of saying that I can stay upright so long as I’m in motion.  Perch me up on one foot going nowhere and it’s like the spin of the earth knocks me off balance or something.  It seems near impossible and I’m not convinced that this is a skill I really need, so I’m not real invested in developing it.  I mean, really, how often is the ability to balance on one foot in one place going to be a factor in my life?  Probably never?  That’s what I thought.

We also did that lean against the wall chair position, which my quads just loved after 6 hours of riding this weekend.  I also learned from a fellow prenatal yoga’er that late in pregnancy you have to be careful with foot massages because there are trigger points in your feet that could send someone into premature labor.  Who knew?  I tell you who.  The other prenatal yoga’er that’s also a massage therapist sitting nearby.  Apparently the danger spots are the pinky toes and the soft area between the heel and ankle.  Interesting. 

The other night, my Mother tried to claim that she lost all of her pregnancy weight in two weeks.  Two weeks?  I’m questioning the accuracy of her memory on that one.  I fully expect my weight to come off quicker than the average woman’s because I’m an athlete and intend to stay fit and resume training and soon as feasible, but two weeks?   I think two months is a good goal. 

Oh, and speaking of Mom’s, I’d like to say hello to Marit’s mother.  Marit says you read my blog frequently, so I just wanted to say thank you and that I don’t think Marit’s going to be getting preggers quite yet so this might be a good way to live the pending grandmother excitement vicariously or virtually or what-have-you.  Based on age alone, if Marit makes the move at the same age I am, I’m pretty sure you have a pretty good wait until she’s 37-38.  Although I know Marit’s older than the 12 years old that Elizabeth thinks she is which is a pretty bold statement coming from a petite, little ELF like her.

That’s all for now.  Everyone going to South Carolina for the HTFU Training Camp next weekend have a blast.  Maybe I’ll join next year.

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