I don’t think so.
Oh sure after a couple hours of standing I might be just a smidge hunched over.
And if I’ve sneezed or coughed twice in a row, you can bet I just peed my pants. (Some parts are not completely finished fixin up yet.)
But I survived walking the entire LegoLand Florida park multiple times yesterday. Theme parks, after all, are in my opinion, the ultimate in endurance events as I am sure you well know, what with the sweating and the walking and the carrying of backpacks and stroller pushing and lines and crazy children and whatnots and so forths.
And then Friday night there was a 5k I didn’t run but we sure did a lot of standing and beer drinking. I survived that too. *snicker*
The best part (and most importantly) is that the next day I always feel like a million bucks. Not sore at all.
Oh but it gets better. My Advil usage is considerably lower which is good.
This week, I’m going to make a cameo at my long lost gym for the first time in months. I shall do a fast-walk and build to some running over the next few weeks so I can get ready to actually start training on account of my guts still feel a bit bouncy and squishy, so I know I have to take it slow.
And Thursday is my SIX WEEK POST-OP APPOINTMENT! The one where they tell me this last six weeks has just been a terrible dream and I can wake up now.
Best of all? I’m building a race calendar again.
The theme for my training though is best expressed by one of my favorite Beastie Boys songs:
“Let it flow, let yourself go!
Slow and low, that is the tempo!”
– at least for the beginning.
I’m going to be a success story this year. (Well I already am.) But here’s my race calendar:
- Suncoast Sprint Triathlon Oct.
- Wine & Dine Half Marathon in Nov.
- The Las Vegas Rock & Roll Half Marathon in December for my husband’s 40th birthday (ohmigod 40.) And finally…
I am signed up for the Goofy Challenge next January. A 1/2 marathon on Saturday and the full marathon on Sunday.
It is, after all, the 20th anniversary of the Walt Disney World Marathon and I love me some Disney races.
The husband signed me up
after a couple beers. He was either way drunker than I thought or he has a LOT of faith in me. I like to think the latter. Or at least some combination of the two. But what a way to celebrate a shitty first half of 2012, right? NO, I mean, what a way to celebrate LIFE.
Sure, it might be a tall order. But who’s not up for a tall order?
I have a lot to be thankful for as I gear up for this second half of the year.
I haven’t been allowed to lift anything more than 10 pounds yet, so I think the goal that is most important out of any of these to be perfectly honest, the thing I am looking forward the most, the one that brings tears to my eyes, is picking up my 4 year old again.
I’m looking forward to that one the most. My arms and my hip, the way we have this little one-armed swoop where I scoop him up and plant him on my thigh in one motion, have just been missing him so much.
I hope that is close. I hope it’s this week.
I feel now like all I’m doing is tying up all the loose ends of this chapter of my life, hopefully for it to become the “long lost” chapter in a book of much funner tales. (yes funner is a word.)
Heck, in the final edit, this probably won’t even get its own chapter.
Perhaps just a “mention” will do.
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