Well I’m a little different. I don’t post 1st day of school pictures that same day. I wait a bit. So here they are. My oldest is now in 3rd grade, my second is in Kindergarten and my 3rd is in Preschool.
Okay, before you start to think that I’m a promise breaker, let me explain.
I’m talking about promises made to oneself. Not promises made to others.
A couple of weeks ago I was riding my bike outside and I thought I had picked a road with fewer hills. Not that I don’t like hills but I’ve been running and biking with only one rest day and my legs were tired. I figured I’d use that bike ride to just spin my legs and enjoy time outdoors instead of on the trainer.
After about a mile on this road I ended up riding a roller coaster. At this point I was tired. I’m overweight and out of shape and trying to just work my way back one mile at a time. I was starting to think about a promise I made to myself when I started biking.
About 4-5 years ago my friend in Oklahoma wanted to ride the Oklahoma Freewheel. It is a cross state bike ride. It was on her bucket list but she didn’t have anyone to ride with her. I was a runner. I enjoyed riding bikes. We had my husband’s bike that he bought when he was 13. It was too big when he bought it but now it was too small for him and me but it was still a nice bike. He had taken care of it. Since I like adventure I told her I would talk to my husband and see if we could make it work so I could go with her. I started riding more and more and running less and less. I realized how much I enjoyed riding a bike and how much more enjoyable it was than running….at least for me.
I talked my husband into getting himself a new bike that would fit his height so both of us would enjoy riding more. He bought a nice bike. Since he is only 2 inches taller than me we set it up so that it would work for both of us. I loved it. It is a Giant Roam. I rode it on the freewheel. My friend had a road bike and I could draft off of her a little but she was in much better shape than me so I never did make it in front for her to draft. Anyway, as I started riding my husband’s bike with the umpteen gears I realized that hills weren’t as hard as they used to me.
As a kid I walked m mountain bike up a lot of hills. I hated that I couldn’t pedal up them. So I promised myself that I wouldn’t walk up another hill. I’d granny gear it but I’d ride up every hill. So far so good. After the freewheel my husband bought me a road bike for my birthday and although I don’t have the same low gears as my husband’s bike I still haven’t had to walk my bike up any hills. I’m not fast but I make it to the top. I actually quite enjoy hills. They are a good workout and I love coming back down.
So back to my tired brain question. What is the shelf life of a promise made to oneself? Now before you answer please know that I have no intention of breaking that promise. I made it up every hill that day. I was just slower and slower and more and more tired. I just kept telling myself I could do it. But that question has been rattling around in my brain.
So what do you think? What is the shelf life of a promise made to oneself?
I have a lot of songs running through my head lately. 3 weeks ago I decided that I felt good enough to ride my bike. However, my bike wasn’t ready to ride. I hadn’t replaced the front tire yet or cleaned it. My husbands bike was aired up and ready to go so I set it up on the trainer in the rec room while my kids were at school. When my son was content I decided that I would aim for 10 minutes. It’s been a few month since I’ve ridden and I did just have a child so I figured 10 minutes was a good place to start.
I barely made the 10 minutes. Partly because the bike wasn’t set up for me….or my husband. The seat was too low but I wasn’t sure how much time I had before my son would need attention so I endured it. Not the greatest idea. My knees ached for 2 days. Because the seat was too low my knees hurt and I couldn’t get comfortable on the seat. I persevered though and was happy I did.
Then a few days later I had cleaned my bike and my husband’s bike and replaced my front tube. No more of this bike not fitting right nonsense. I had the opportunity after that on a Saturday to ride outside. I told my husband that I was aiming for about 30 minutes but knew I might not make it.
It was tough but I made 28 minutes. My motto: Shut up legs, I can do this. Strangely enough my rear end didn’t hurt as much as my legs did.
I’ve been riding since. Tuesdays, Thursdays and some Saturdays. I’m now up to 35 minutes and hope to make it 45 by Saturday. After November I’ll start riding more I think. Why November? My daughter signed up for the running club at school and they will be running a 5k in November. She had to have a running buddy for the 5k in order to sign up. I used to run so I chose to join her. It can only help get me back in shape. So for now I run 3 days a week and ride 3 days a week. Things are looking up and I’m feeling more and more like me again.
On August 1st my son was born. He came faster than the doctors anticipated despite me warning them. Funny how doctors don’t always listen to the mothers. Anyway, he is healthy and strong and was six weeks old yesterday. He is a good sleeper. In fact he sleeps most of the day and night still. I wake up only once or twice a night. I’m understanding more and more why my Father in Heaven saved him for last.
His sisters love him so much that at times I have to tell them to tone it down. They are helpful so much that at times they are unhelpful in their helpfulness but it is cute so I let them….most of the time.
We were blessed to have my in-laws come the before he was born. They stayed with our girls at the house so my husband could stay with me. I am always so thankful when they come and help me with my house and my kids.
It has been a good six weeks.
My excitement that is? It is almost time to get back on the bike. The due date for the pregnancy is August 1st. That is coming up on Monday. I’m not naïve enough to believe that he will come on that day but I do know that I have set an induction date for the 31st. I’m excited to meet this little one. I’m excited to not be pregnant anymore. I’m excited to wear normal clothes again soon. I’m excited to get back in shape. I’m excited to be able to sit up and clean my bike. I’m excited to clean my husband’s bike. I’m excited that in about 3-4 weeks (hopefully) I’ll be able to start riding again providing that everything goes well with the birth of our child. I’m excited to order new cycling clothes. My cycling shorts were bought 4 or 5 years ago and are due for replacement.
I have a list of things to do for my bike. It has been sitting or rather hanging on the wall in the garage for several months. The front tire looks like it needs replaced. Luckily when my back tire went kaput I bought two matching tires but only put one on the back since I was riding a lot on my trainer. So now I’ll rotate my back tire to the front and put the new one on the back and then air both tires back up.
I’ll start out taking it in small measures and build from there. I tend to get impatience and want to ride and ride and ride so I’ll have to be careful. I need to do some looking for supported rides to set as mile markers to help my on my way.
I’m SOOOOO excited!
I’ve been trying to be patient and not think about it but it is getting harder and harder to live that way. What am I trying to ignore? Well, that I’m pregnant, of course. If I don’t think about it then time goes by a lot faster. I mean I found out I was pregnant Thanksgiving day last year and I’m due somewhere between July 19th and August 1st (another story for another time). I’m very close and it has flown by. So I’m trying to be patient.
The problem right now….is that several things are making it harder to ignore. First, is that I’m at that very uncomfortable stage. The one where sleeping is getting harder to do because no matter what side I sleep on my hips are killing me within an hour or two and I can’t roll over with out waking first. I promise I’m not complaining. I’m just stating a fact. Anyone who has been pregnant knows about this stage and I’m guessing most husbands witnessed this stage when their wives were pregnant.
Second, and maybe the hardest thing is that my bike is still hanging in the garage on the wall. Yes, you read that right. I’m talking about my bike. It is summer now and I live on a road that is very popular to cyclists because it leads to farm roads and less traffic. It’s an odd day when I don’t see at least one cyclist ride past my house at some point in the day. Every time I go into the garage I walk past my bike as well as my husbands.
Those of you who know me know that I talk to inanimate objects. Daily actually. So you can see where I’m going right? Yes, I talk to my bike. Every time I walk past it I pause and talk to it. Yes I’m weird. Yes I know I’m weird. No I’m not going to change. Yes I have embraced my weirdness. It’s who I am. And I miss my bike.
I know I posted a few months ago how I missed my bike and was afraid to ride it. That isn’t the case right now. Right now I physically can’t ride it. It hurts. Imagine if you will that you have a bowling ball low in your stomach that doesn’t move and hurts you when you bend so far over. Well this boy is carrying really low and that is what it feels like. I can’t sit straight up for long because said bowling ball just does not feel good.
So I put both bikes away a couple months ago when I gave in to the fact that I couldn’t lean forward like I needed to and have missed them since. Those of you who know me well and know how much I love my bike know I miss it simply because all I can seem to look up on Pinterest or read about in books is cycling information. I made the mistake of watching a story about the TransAmerican bike race from a couple years back. Ya that was not helpful in the slightest. I keep counting weeks from when our boy is born to when I can start riding and then I look at the calendar to see what rides come before the end of the year trying to decide if I can be ready for any of them.
It’s like that time at the end of one’s mission when they get “trunky”. It’s hard to concentrate on other things.
*I served a mission in Russia for 18 months for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. “Trunky” is that feeling we tend to get when it is almost time to go home and it is hard to think about anything else but going home.
You know how you think that your kids are pretty funny. Well today I had the opportunity to find out that others think my kids are pretty funny as well. As I dropped my two youngest off at school my middle child’s teacher asked to speak with me before I left. Ends up she wanted to have a parent teacher conference real quick so I wouldn’t have to come back the week after school got out. I was all for that.
So we go to the empty cafeteria and I’m told how my daughter is doing. She is doing great and is prepared for Kindergarten in August. Then we just talked for a few minutes about some of the things the kids do. She told me that my middle child was easy and always happy and everyone loved her. For those of you who know her you know it has nothing to do with me – it is all her.
She then told me that when they have carpet time she also has something to say when asked questions. For example this week they have been talking about mothers. The kids were asked what moms can and can’t do. My daughter said that I sew amongst some other things. Then she said that I was the best at sewing. She happened to be wearing the shorts I sewed for her a few weeks back. Then she points at them and says that I made them in 5 minutes so I must be the best. (It took more than 5 minutes to make).
Then the teacher started talking about my youngest child. Now something to understand is that my middle child started preschool last August and my youngest started preschool at the same school but with a different teacher in January. Their classrooms are kiddy corner each other.
Ok back to the story. Apparently my youngest child will peek out the door and by doing so she can see into my middle child’s classroom. If she sees my middle child’s teacher she will go into her classroom and ask if she can go to the bathroom. Rarely does she actually ask her own teacher. They have talked to her about asking her own teacher but it just doesn’t stick and they can’t figure out why she keeps asking the other teacher but they do get a laugh out of it.
If you know my youngest child you will know it is just how she is. She is very independent and wants it done her way no matter how many times you tell her otherwise.
I’m glad to know that my kids are funny to not only myself but to others as well.