Adventures of a Fat Girl on a bike

So some know I am training for a triathlon in September. As the date is starting to loom near, I am freaking out. Last week I freaked out in the form of not doing a damn thing about it. Smart approach, right? Ha!

Last Sunday I went out for a bike ride (this would be the day after my 5k). I went out around 10:30AM. Not smart. Everyone was out getting coffee and bagels and newspapers or coming and going from churches. Every car in South Plainfield was on the road. Several cars came so close I could have reached out and stuck my hand in their window. Then as I am crossing an intersection, following the rules of the road I might add, some jackass in a huge pickup speeds up as I am entering the intersection, swerves to my left and then turns right right in front of me! He missed me by a few inches. A pedestrian on the corner yelled out as it happened, so I know I wasn't imagining the whole thing.

Anyway, this past Saturday I had my WW meeting and was down a disappointing .2. Blech. Had my spa day, which was fabulous, and when I got home, Chuck was loading my bike onto the car so we could head up to the Great Swamp. He ran with the girls in the jogging stroller and I biked.

I started out strong, feeling pretty good depsite wearing shorts that I sure allowed a nice view of my polka dotted Vickie's. It was flat, no stops, and drivers were being careful. I was going pretty fast. I thought. Then I was passed. And then I was passed again. And again. And yes, again. Oh well. All those guys had huge legs and were obviously more experienced b/c they were all wearing those dandy matching bike shorts and shirts of yellow and red, blue and orange, green and purple. All of the sudden there is this HUGE hill in front of me. All the dudes went right, so I did too, and I lost them. All in all, I did pretty well. There was one steady upgrade that I swear I could have walked faster than I was riding, but I kept pedaling and made it to the top. We clocked the distance when we both made it back to the car. 14 miles! WOW! I realize that is a short ride for the more experienced riders, but for me, that is a milestone.

Despite my fire being relit for training over the weekend, I ate like a pig on Mother's Day. Chuck made brunch and it was deeeeeeee-licious! For dinner we took out Applebee's. I could have stuck to my WW salad, but no, I had to sample the appetizers Chuck got for him and the girls. I was sad, but not surprised to see the scale up 2 from Saturday. I know, most of it is post sugar bloat and not real weight, but now I have to work doubly hard to get rid of that and then some for Saturday. Karen is having a Pampered Chef party on friday night, right before weigh in. I am seriously thinking of going to a meeting on Friday instead. Either that, or totally skipping the party.

This is getting long. Longer than I had intended. My stupid slow internet better load this up b/c I don't want to type it all out again if it dumps out on me.