Yesterday I didn’t run. I wanted to, but I just had too many other things to do. I did a little bit of core, rode my cruiser a whole mile to the office and back, then did a short session of plyometrics. Hoo boy. Post partum plyometrics, let me tell you what. Nothing quite so fun as trying to jump around and be bouncy and stuff when I feel very UN-springy. Yikes.
Although my running mileage isn’t adding up to any kind of high number this week, I did get away from the house for a nice 2 hour ride at Umstead. I felt good, although I really need to get that adjustable stem removed and the original stem put back on. Riding gravel trails with a stem that has a millimeter or two of travel isn’t the best thing ever for front end maneuvers.
Anyway. About the baby. He’s still eating a ton and the output is matching the input. I was at an informational meeting tonight about a new elite tri team in the area for a couple hours. I get back and Gary’s folding laundry with a happy baby nearby in the bouncy chair. Gary gives me a look that tells me all wasn’t so peaceful on the home front as it appeared. Apparently, he had 5 poopy diapers and a couple of feeds while I was away. That’s a lot of activity for 120 minutes. Whew.