What a very odd couple of weeks!!

So - I couldn't run and thought I would keep myself fit with pump classes and riding my shiny new racing bike.  In a previous life as a gym bunny, I would do pump as an "easy" option, thinking it was pretty cruisy and didn't require much effort.  2 years on, and my first pump class was hard work!  My second pump class involved a lot of facial expressions rarely seen in public.  I couldn't sit down, pick up a pen or zip up the back of my dress for about three days.  I seriously went to work hoping I would find a kind colleague who would help me out.  

However, by the third pump class of the week and 120km on the bike, I was starting to think, hey, there is more to fitness than just running, and there are certainly things I can do that don't involve as much pain and suffering afterwards.

So I got really excited about the cycling thing and after a really enjoyable 40km ride with Whippet Gal, decided to bite the bullet and pick up the fancy shoes and clippy pedal things from the bike shop.

Buoyed from my really enjoyable ride, my decreasing waistline and general feeling of wellbeing, I had decided in my head that I would spend a lot more time on the bike, get really fit and the increased strength in my legs would be a huge bonus to my running.  All was very well with the world.




So the decision was made to head to the bike shop and pick up the fancy clippy in shoes (white, gorgeous Shimano jobbies, with a fetching streak of silver, I could not wait to get them on my feet) and new matching pedals.

Got home and got straight out on the road, with the intention of practising clipping in and out.   First time, fell over.  Ok, expected this, was on the grass verge, cool.   Second go, fell over again, third go, I got it!!!  I had Buffy following me, and I was busy telling her what a very clever mummy she had, look at me, third go, I have it sussed.  

So I decided to ride down our street, pick a spot to stop, pretend it was a traffic light and do the necessary manouevres.  

Rode down, picked spot, made the classic mistake of putting on brakes prior to disengaging foot, over I went, on a very bumpy road.  Took a huge lump out of my knee (the same knee I fell on at Woodford to Glenbrook and then again at another Woodford to Glenbrook and then again at Kedumba Pass) - so I guess you could call it a tender spot.

Skulked home wheeling bike (was not game to get back on) feeling like a loser. 

It took me a few days to want to get back in the saddle, but decided to do it on the grass at work.  In the meantime, some very kind people had given me tips, ie sit on the bike and just practice clipping in and out, which I had done.

So, after work Wed night I was supposed to go to bike riding class but couldnt turn up unable to ride the damn thing with these new pedals, so decided to just practice on the grass at work.  First go, crash landed, took the scab off my knee, hissy fit, tears, home. 

So for some reason this stressed me beyond belief, and I spent Wednesday night on the sofa with a bottle of wine, crying my eyes out, feeling like a loser.

I know I am stressing about stupid things, but cannot stop myself.  I seem to stress about everything these days.  I was hanging up my clothes and next thing I am stressing that I havent worn that ra ra skirt in ages and will it be out of fashion by the time I wear it again?  I stress about intersections on the road.  I stress about this freaking stupid north face race which I really want to do on one hand but now I wonder if I can.  I am stressing about riding my bike with these pedals, I am stressing about not riding my bike and not running and getting fat.  I am stressing about work, and my home renovations and my car getting sap on it and the paint lifting off.  And I am stressing about my son going to uni and living in and never coming home again. 

So I have started taking vitamin B and doing deep breathing.  I got a personal trainer to help me work on my core and he gave me breathing exercises and I was doing them on the way home in the car and I swear I got high from hyperventilating.  

So plan for the week is STOP FREAKING STRESSING!!! 

This week - AC DC in concert, off to Bathurst for a snoop around the offsprings uni, the logistics of extracting myself from plans I've made to see friends in the country cos Nice Husband has won a trip to the Margaret River for us, and Board Meeting and ATO investigation at work as well as a "legal review" of the project I have been working on for the last 9 months.   Actually, that is quite a lot happening, now that I think of it.   


The plan is lots of riding, gradual increase in running and keeping up with the pump classes and one PT session.  

So - here's the "actual" plan

Monday lunch - 20km ride, Mon night - AC DC - MOSHING!!
Tuesday morning - 7km run, Tues day 4 hrs in car to and from Bathurst, maybe little run in the evening, say 4km?
Wed lunch - 20km ride, Wed night - 7km run
Thurs lunch - 20km ride, Thurs night, Pump class
Friday afternoon - Team Building Water Polo, Fri night - PT Session
Sat morning - Pump and river run 7km
Sun morning - 10km run, Sun night - PUmp


Lets see how I go.....said it so I have to do it!!!!!