As you know, it’s been a while since my last post. I’ve found I haven’t had motivation to post, mainly because I haven’t had motivation to run or even exercise all that much. I never realized how easy it is to get out of the exercise routine. It’s just as easy as getting obsessive about working out, planning out interval work, and making sure I get at least one chicken biscuit a week. I am three months post surgery and unfortunately, not making much progress with my range of motion. It is looking like I’ll need another surgery to remove a bunch of scar tissue. Supposedly, the recovery isn’t supposed to be as bad. This isn’t surprising to me, given that I don’t think any recovery from a relatively “minor” surgery could be worse. I know I didn’t have a hip replacement like my dad, or get hit by a bus and have to learn how to walk again like that firefighter in New York, Matt Long, that ended up doing a freaking Iron Man a few years after he almost died and was told he’d never walk again. But still, I’m not used to being laid up. I didn’t even take off that much time off (5 full weeks) when I was with child or after I had Superbaby. It’s not easy, but I think I’ve finally found my motivation again.
My motivation is twofold: cute exercise clothes, and doing an Ironman one day. So, the only thing bad about these workout clothes is that they are likely going to lead to my filing Chapter 11 bankruptcy. However, I find that I can make room in my bank account by eliminating other things, like food and work clothes. I’ll just wear the same black shift dress to work every day and drink tap water. I never drink enough water. Maybe I can throw in a few free Splenda packets from the coffee machine at work. Just kidding, I like Sugar in the Raw. So what are these wonderful clothes that caused me to break free of my DVR and Kindle-reading cocoon? None other than lululemon. I’d heard about this gift from the textile gods before, but didn’t really shop there until last summer when I won a tank top in a pushup competition (seriously) and then bought another online. But when lululemon opened a store in the nearby mall last month, I figured I would pop in because I had a $25 gift card. Mind you, you can only buy two headbands or a water bottle for $25 there. I knew this going in. I walked away with a couple pairs of their split shorts and scoop neck tanks. Let me tell you people, these things are LIFE CHANGING. Not just because you may not be able to make your car payment if you buy four articles of clothing there, but because of the comfort. I felt like I was naked when I ran in these things. In the good way, not in the “oh crap I got on the school bus naked” in your dream kind of way. No hint of chafing in sight. Granted, I didn’t run 16 miles but I usually get some chafing in the summer due to my biscuit thighs. As for the tops, they somehow managed to minimize my super large upper body and make me feel like I looked good (even if I didn’t). And the built-in bra provided good support to someone of my (maybe) above average chest stature. So needless to say, I was hooked.
I decided I needed to take every opportunity possible to model my new ensembles. And purchase more ensembles. I began reducing the number of meals I ate out, and generally have tried to reduce my overall caloric intake. This has produced three miraculous results: 1) I lost a couple of those pesky post-surgery pounds, 2) I look better in those glorious scoop neck tanks, and 3) I haven’t bounced any checks despite buying $54 scoopneck tanks. I also feel healthier overall, and better fueled to tackle my workouts. I have since purchased a few other goodies, all of which I love. I just can’t get enough.
I also have a legitimate, non-vain source of motivation for getting back into running. I eventually would like to do an Ironman (well, probably just a half Ironman). Or maybe what’s happened is my friend Sherman (the Shermanator- he just did his first Ironman at the age of… we’ll just say, he’s not 25) is just strong-arming me into thinking I can do one. I’ll never have the bone strength to do an ultramarathon, but I think with my swimming background I could kill some triathlons. The only problem is that I don’t have a bike and I’m deathly afraid of falling off the bike. Oh, and I can’t really swim right now because of my jacked up shoulder. Well, I’m not going to let that stop me. At some point in the future, I should be able to move my shoulder more than 15 degrees in any direction. And Superbaby will probably get better at gift giving, meaning I can probably score a tri bike from her. Triathlon bikes are expensive! I guess I could try riding a Huffy from my childhood days, but I have a feeling my legs would fall off or I’d miss the cut-off time for the Ironman bike leg. So in the mean time, I just need to get myself back into fighting shape with spin classes, running a lot, and Power Hour. If I need to have another surgery, I am not sitting on my butt for five weeks eating chicken biscuits. I’ll run and eat my biscuits.