Try Fitness Winter Cycling

OK. Moment of truth last night while I was sitting at my laptop. I reached back and something went pop in my tummy. Weird sensation. Small. I ignored it. Went to shower and saw this black and blue mark. I don’t remember banging myself, but maybe I did when John and I were hardware store shopping several times over the weekend. When I lifted the giant box of holiday decorations to it’s 11-month spot above my closet on Sunday, I scraped my arm. Instantly a big red welt developed. It’s still there. So, come to hay Zeus moment for me last night. I’m officially a BEFORE, again. Smile. Let’s do this?

Today's graze.
Today’s graze.

With optimism I begin 2013. This afternoon is my first Try Fitness winter cycling session. I got a great vibe off the group that had gathered at Saturday’s meeting. Life still happens. There’s a scheduling conflict already with a memorial service for my late brother-in-law this weekend. Despite life throwing a wrench into my pursuit of fitness, I am determined to stick to the program. I need to. My butt and gut are qualified for their own Zip code.

I wake up at 4:15 a.m. when I drive to work so I can get street (free) parking and clock in by 6 a.m. These workout days can get long. Wine gets pushed to the back of the cabinet, cooking is simple and quick, kids are expected to step up. It’s a good stretch for all of us.

When you are a parent, working out isn’t just about your personal fitness pursuits. It’s about your kids closing the gap on chores and policing themselves for homework and putting a napkin under the cup so it doesn’t sweat permanent rings on the table. Socks don’t jump all by themselves into the laundry, a fact that astonishes children of all ages!

During the drive home I usually feel pretty good. Spent, tired, encouraged, optimistic. In a split second that can all change if I arrive and my kids are sitting in the dark at their computers and I step on popcorn that didn’t quite make it into somebody’s mouth. Sure, go ahead and try that microwave-brownie-in-a-mug recipe but do not THINK you can leave a path of cocoa powder on the floor and a crusted-over mug on the counter. The little six-legged pets might be OK with it, but I’m not!

Stay tuned. I’ll let you know how these workouts are doing. I will only allude to my soft, creamy center. Usually, when I start getting thinner, I write more about my body. Right now, let’s just say, it feels like I’m a BEFORE all over again. I’ve been blogging for a couple of years now, and you’ve really only known me as a BEFORE. I’m as bored with that as you. Thank you for enduring. You, too, John.


By lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Arts teacher, English Learners Coordinator, and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.


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