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moominmolly) wrote2009-06-18 11:04 am
moominmolly) wrote2009-06-18 11:04 am
metabolism shift.... NOW!
I seem to have kicked the biking into -- well, if not high gear, seeing as how I have no 400k rides planned, then at least into medium gear. I bike to work every day, I bike around town, and I get a special kick out of biking to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spike's place, since he lives at the top of Park St. hill and frankly I need the hill training. It feels Good.
In a sense, there should be nothing special about this. I have a dozen local friends who bike as their main mode of transportation, including some parents of little ones. Anyone who's stuck around me for any significant length of time knows that I've had periods where I did a LOT more biking than this. 50 miles a week is nothing like 25 miles a day plus 200k weekend rides, or whatever. Also,dilletante bikes to work every single day, and has for the entire time we've lived here. But there's just something about the energy drain of trying to be a good mama and trying to find time to be myself and trying to get enough sleep that edged the bike out almost entirely.
18 months ago, I quit working for a huge company to come work at a university in town. A year ago, I rediscovered the ability to sit down and read for pleasure, which I lost during N's infancy. And, after several false starts, six weeks ago I got back on the bike not as an affectation but as a genuine habit. This weekend, I'm teaching a stilting class and I'm going to go hula hoop until I'm bruised. That thing, where I said I wanted to change jobs and improve my quality of life? It worked.
Yesterday, I had about ten logistical hurdles conspire to get me drive to work. Any two together I could have conquered on the bike, but when they ganged up on me like that ... well, I drove. And that's fine, I have no problems with that. But what I did notice was that it felt funny to drive. I felt off-balance, not myself, all cooped up in a box with three empty seats in it. So, clearly I've flipped over mentally into bike-mode. Nice!
Today, again, I have errands to run in which I need to pick up a lot of liquid and large, awkward objects, and my BODY is just SCREAMING. When I really get into exercise mode, one day off feels okay, and two days off feels just wrong. I didn't think I was there, but clearly, there I am.
Raaaar!
spike's place, since he lives at the top of Park St. hill and frankly I need the hill training. It feels Good.In a sense, there should be nothing special about this. I have a dozen local friends who bike as their main mode of transportation, including some parents of little ones. Anyone who's stuck around me for any significant length of time knows that I've had periods where I did a LOT more biking than this. 50 miles a week is nothing like 25 miles a day plus 200k weekend rides, or whatever. Also,
dilletante bikes to work every single day, and has for the entire time we've lived here. But there's just something about the energy drain of trying to be a good mama and trying to find time to be myself and trying to get enough sleep that edged the bike out almost entirely.18 months ago, I quit working for a huge company to come work at a university in town. A year ago, I rediscovered the ability to sit down and read for pleasure, which I lost during N's infancy. And, after several false starts, six weeks ago I got back on the bike not as an affectation but as a genuine habit. This weekend, I'm teaching a stilting class and I'm going to go hula hoop until I'm bruised. That thing, where I said I wanted to change jobs and improve my quality of life? It worked.
Yesterday, I had about ten logistical hurdles conspire to get me drive to work. Any two together I could have conquered on the bike, but when they ganged up on me like that ... well, I drove. And that's fine, I have no problems with that. But what I did notice was that it felt funny to drive. I felt off-balance, not myself, all cooped up in a box with three empty seats in it. So, clearly I've flipped over mentally into bike-mode. Nice!
Today, again, I have errands to run in which I need to pick up a lot of liquid and large, awkward objects, and my BODY is just SCREAMING. When I really get into exercise mode, one day off feels okay, and two days off feels just wrong. I didn't think I was there, but clearly, there I am.
Raaaar!