Truthfully, I don’t blame the young man for taking the visual cue of my body and neatly categorizing me with the 5k’ers (which is also a very respectable distance, by the way). Why would he believe that my plus-size body is capable of 21 long kilometres when there aren’t any visual cues presented in society to tell us this is possible?
I also, finally have a quiet Sunday morning to reflect, and understand how my body responded to the race and recovered from the race.
Being Keto adapted, I didn’t deplete glucose stores during the race. It was very strange to be walking around the finish line, in and out of the building, and not be hungry post race. I didn’t need to eat to refuel or restore glucose levels. I was dizzy at the finish line, but that was more about dignity and pushing the last few meters as there was a crowd and pride and all that nonsense. I needed water big time, and to catch my breath.
But I wasn’t shaky from low blood sugar or the like. The race organizers had bananas (excellent for potassium), muffins and chocolate milk as recovery food for the racers. I was looking for a boiled egg!
While I was pretty tired for the next few days, and had a 90 minute nap on the Sunday, I was impressed with how my body handled the race. I hadn’t trained as much as I should have, but I knew the training would aggravate my knee, so it was a conscious choice not to train.
A friend, who knew I was worried about my knee, pushed me to get on the list for a post race massage. Thank goodness she did. The MT really helped with the tightness in my IT band.
My hamstrings on the other hand, have been super tight ever since and I can’t get them to let go. Any chance I get I’m stretching. I think I’m going to have to go see the Chiropractor next week to make sure all the knee parts are in the right place. That might be a cause of some of the tension too.
As with the triathlon, the shock of the race, the intensity, has helped break a weight loss stall as I have dropped 4 pounds this week.
I really think my body adapts very quickly to what I throw at it. When I change things up, it seems to work. Whereas if I do the same thing over and over, it adapts and becomes static.
So while I wait for an appointment with a trainer to set the next goals up, I’m going to mix it up. Headed into the gym on Friday planning on cycling to get ready for a trip where I hope to do some cycling sightseeing, and a yoga class was about to start.
I was then also shocked at how well I did in the yoga class. I’m not fully planking yet, but I could feel my core strength was so much better than when I was doing yoga 8 months ago. That’s all the swimming!
I have found a lot of joy in my body this week (mind out of the gutter) as it has served me well. It’s doing what I ask of it and it’s shrinking in all the right ways.
I tried on some dresses yesterday, had to pop out of the change room and ask the clerk…“is this really too big on me?” “yes!” she scowlingly exclaimed…”there’s tons of extra room in there” I don’t know if she just thought I was fishing for compliments, but I asked her to fetch me the size down. Now I know the US has issues with vanity sizing, so I’m not 100% convinced I’m fully down another size, but I did buy 2 dresses in the smaller size. I’ll take it.
Thanks for the brilliant screen capture YouTube!
This blog turned 2 years old yesterday! I’m down 66 pounds and over halfway to my weight loss goal.
I feel fantastic. Well generally I feel fantastic. Knees are still punishing me for Sunday’s effort.
But in the whole scheme of things, I feel fantastic.
It’s been a lot of work, and there’s a lot of work to do. But it’s nice to take a moment to celebrate what’s accomplished.
Keeping active takes work, planning and effort.
The UP now reminds me if I’ve sat for 45 minutes without moving.
The constant reminder matters. It makes you think.
I want to write more, but it’s been busy, I’ve been awake since 4:30 and need sleep.
Oh the aches, the feel good, I accomplished something, why in tarnation did I decide to do that…aches.
I woke up this morning with the normal achy parts, but then I moved, and new parts ached, parts I had no idea why they would ache. Why would my mid-back ache? Made no sense to me.
But here are all the official numbers, because it matters. It matters to me. I found myself on Sunday feeling pretty rough and beat up and alone. No one here to celebrate with, but I’m not sure I could have celebrated with anyone anyway realistically.
But today I am more comfortable with the accomplishment. Yesterday I figured it was done, I’d done a 5K enough with that sillyness. But now, I may do more. Who knows.
I should confess I came dead last in my age group, and while 3rd last overall, one person I ‘beat’ accidentally ran the 10K instead of the 5K. (How one accidentally runs twice the distance is beyond me). So not truly a victory, so 2nd last.
But I beat the most important person: my self doubt.
I ran with my UP activity wristband and this is the data it gave me:
I like the data as it tells me I was consistent throughout the race. I also discovered that Nickelback’s “Burn it to the Ground” was the right beat-cadence for me, so I flipped that onto repeat for the last 2K and you can really see how that made it consistent.
I started off a little too quick possibly, but then there were crowds, and egos and dignity and pride. Then came pain. Pain tells pride and ego to take a flying leap.
On January 21st I signed up for a 5K run. I wanted to run a 5K in 2014. I’m still having knee issues, but since I’d registered, I thought I’d give it a shot.
I was 180th out of 185, so not last place, and the 48:33 was ok considering that I rant the 2.5K of the triathlon in just over 25 minutes, and that was indoors and on a tredmill. So I can live with a under 50 minute 5K.
I ache pretty good. I came home and soaked in an Epsom salt bath, had lunch then slept for 90 minutes. It’s going to be a long week dealing with the aftermath.
But I don’t care
This year has been about goals, and there’s another one off the list.