I've been fighting depression last night and this morning. I have a slight tendency toward depression--I don't know if I have it any more or less than anyone else, but I know the symptoms well. I don't want the emotions surrounding something, so I try to shut down--drugs and alcohol are great for that, so I know to stay away from them. I don't want to do anything but zone out, and while trying to do that, I start a list of things that I should be doing and use the fact that I'm not doing them as evidence of my worthlessness. And if I give into it, I just build on that cycle--don't do what I think I should do, feel bad about that, shut down about feeling bad, get more withdrawn, do even less, etc., etc.
I have had 2 spells of real depression. One my sophomore year of college when I got dumped badly by a boyfriend--I found out the the entire 9 months we were together, he was engaged to marry someone else. Jerk. My memory is that I spent an entire month sleeping. That can't be true, because I must have gone to work and classes, but all I remember was sleeping. Then I apparently slept my way through whatever I needed to and went on with my life.
The second time was the first year I had cancer. I had a check-up every 3 months, and every 3 months, it came back. That meant having outpatient surgery to remove the tumor. Anesthesia really does a number on me, so even though I'd have surgery on a Friday and go back to work on Monday or Tuesday, my brain didn't really start functioning until Thursday or Friday. It felt like I was going to have surgery and miss a week of work every 3 months for the rest of my life. I really didn't function well that year. I almost killed myself a few times driving my car because of my inattention. The worst time was exiting off an interstate way too fast and doing a 180 on the exit ramp. Then I had to quick turn myself around before someone else exited and hit me.
Anyway, I know what to do. Force myself to do all those things I think I should do and don't want to do. Last night, I finally forced myself to make a phone call and send an email I was supposed to make. This morning, I didn't want to get out of bed to cycle. I was rationalizing that I should take a day off or do it after work, but I knew that was not a good path to go down. I forced myself out of bed and onto my trike.
Then I had to try to force myself to be present, to engage my senses--listen to the birds, look at the trees and flowers, smell what was on the breeze, feel--well mostly what I could feel was that damn vertebrae sticking out against the back of the trike. I have been aware of it before and adjusted my position so it didn't hurt, but this morning I was hyper-aware of it.
As I have discovered many times in the past, the best way to head off depression is exercise and an hour on the bike this morning really did the trick. I can feel myself starting to sink down again this evening, so I need to force myself out again tomorrow--though tomorrow will be easier both because I made it today and because Liz will be with me.
I'm grateful that I don't have to give up the ways I'm currently exercising. Also, all the cycling seems to be really helping my left leg. I spent much of Saturday on my feet, helping to shear alpacas in the morning and taking Bennett to the zoo in the afternoon. Normally, my left leg would be hurting after either of those events. It was really swollen in the evening, but didn't hurt.Yay!
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Going to Pieces
So I went to the doctor today. She had my spine X-rayed and confirmed what I had suspected. I had suffered a compression fracture in one of my vertabrae. She thought it was likely that it happened when I was horseback riding in Tuscon a year and a half ago.
I was bummed to hear it, but was expecting it. What I wasn't expecting was that she told me my spine was pretty crappy as a whole. Shockingly, she didn't say crappy, she said something like osteoporated. I could see on the X-ray that the lower section of my spine was much fainter than the upper section. She said that was from the demineralization of the bone. She said that my back pain was caused by the loss of support in my spine.
I'm really identifying with my mother and her back pain. Her doctor thought that her back pain was in her head--Mom wouldn't exhibit any pain moving around the doctor's office. But my back pain isn't always there either. I did a full workout at Fitness Together this morning and had no back pain until Savanah asked me to lay down on a mat to do crunches. Then my back hurt and it was a real struggle to get back up. But I did some other exercises and was fine. My back hurts when I'm standing still, when I sit in hard chairs, and when I lay down on a hard surface. The standing hurts because of the lack of support. The hard chairs and surfaces hurt because that vertebrae is sticking out and it hurts to have pressure on it. I think it hurts when I walk, because it does in airports, where I do the most walking, but that could be because travel exacerbates it. I haven't done a lot of walking because that hurts my broken leg. In general, I'm a !?$&!#%! mess.
The good news today is that I can do everything I have been doing. Skiing and rollerblading are out, but I pretty much knew that anyway.
I felt pretty depressed after the appointment and came home instead of going back to work. But I know the depression comes from thinking about the future. Given the state of my spine, how many more breaks will I have, what will my future be like, am I going to be a bent over old woman. But who knows what the future holds. I broke one vertebrae, and it wasn't the end of the world. Hell, I could get hit by a bus tomorrow. I need to keep living in the present, and in the present, the Celtics are playing the Heat. They need my support.
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I was bummed to hear it, but was expecting it. What I wasn't expecting was that she told me my spine was pretty crappy as a whole. Shockingly, she didn't say crappy, she said something like osteoporated. I could see on the X-ray that the lower section of my spine was much fainter than the upper section. She said that was from the demineralization of the bone. She said that my back pain was caused by the loss of support in my spine.
I'm really identifying with my mother and her back pain. Her doctor thought that her back pain was in her head--Mom wouldn't exhibit any pain moving around the doctor's office. But my back pain isn't always there either. I did a full workout at Fitness Together this morning and had no back pain until Savanah asked me to lay down on a mat to do crunches. Then my back hurt and it was a real struggle to get back up. But I did some other exercises and was fine. My back hurts when I'm standing still, when I sit in hard chairs, and when I lay down on a hard surface. The standing hurts because of the lack of support. The hard chairs and surfaces hurt because that vertebrae is sticking out and it hurts to have pressure on it. I think it hurts when I walk, because it does in airports, where I do the most walking, but that could be because travel exacerbates it. I haven't done a lot of walking because that hurts my broken leg. In general, I'm a !?$&!#%! mess.
The good news today is that I can do everything I have been doing. Skiing and rollerblading are out, but I pretty much knew that anyway.
I felt pretty depressed after the appointment and came home instead of going back to work. But I know the depression comes from thinking about the future. Given the state of my spine, how many more breaks will I have, what will my future be like, am I going to be a bent over old woman. But who knows what the future holds. I broke one vertebrae, and it wasn't the end of the world. Hell, I could get hit by a bus tomorrow. I need to keep living in the present, and in the present, the Celtics are playing the Heat. They need my support.
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Sunday, May 8, 2011
We're Off on a Big Adventure!
That was the song that was going through my mind as Liz and I got ready to go off on our 30 mile bike ride. My Dad used to sing that whenever we were headed out for fun--whether we were headed off on vacation to the lake, going skiing, heading off to Wisconsin or Michigan to visit the relatives, or in his later years, heading off to go to dinner or to Dairy Queen. My Dad saw life as an adventure, and I'm really happy I learned that from him. Whenever I feel excited about something I'm about to do, "we're off on a big adventure" comes to mind.
Liz and I explored the new connections between the local bike paths today. It was great--we were able to cycle 32 miles and the only sections we did on the road were the 2.5 miles between our house and the start of the bike path in downtown Florence. There is one funky section where we had to take a short section of unpaved path and carry our trikes over the railroad tracks. I'm not sure what the city was thinking of with that little part of the path.
The bike path is a great place to cycle a long distance because it's relatively flat, except for the road to and from our house, and it's a really safe place to cycle in terms of not sharing the space with cars. It was also fun because we got to interact with all the people on the path. We got some great comments about our trikes. We got some wows, an impressed whoa, someone who said our trikes looked like formula 1 race cars, and my favorite, the person who said we were on the Lazy Boys of bikes. What an accurate description--our bodies are exactly in the position we would be in if we were leaning back on Lazy Boys.
The bike path is also a great place for scenery--taking the long bridge over the Connecticut River, riding along in the woods. The major change that has happened on the path between Northampton and Belchertown since we used to blade on it regularly is that the beavers have really taken over about a 4 mile stretch. What used to be a small beaver pond that was surrounded by trees is now a wide open area that's become a pretty giant swamp. The beavers really clearcut and flooded the entire area. While I miss the trees, there are some great views of the Seven Sisters mountain chain that we couldn't see before.
Despite all the good things about the route, I doubt we'll take it again until they repave it (something that's been talked about for years). There are potholes, big cracks where tree roots are pushing up the pavement, and long sections that are so lumpy (for Pokelas, think of the road to Crow Wing Crest at its worst), that it's extremely unpleasant to bike on.
I'm discovering that cycling really makes me have to pee. By the time we got to the end of the bike path, after about an hour and a half of cycling, I was desperate. I incorrectly remembered portable toilets at that end--I had to use the mosquito-infested woods. Drat those beavers for creating the swamp. And I was desperate again by the time we got home. That has never happened to me blading. Weird.
Anyway, we had fun and want to take a long ride every weekend. Mapmyride estimated that we burned 1,600 calories. Not bad. I just wish we had a personal chef to make us dinner upon our return-- I only had enough energy to make some popcorn and sit in front of the tv. I'm going to ask Mark to take it easy on my legs tomorrow--I have some very sore knees.
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Liz and I explored the new connections between the local bike paths today. It was great--we were able to cycle 32 miles and the only sections we did on the road were the 2.5 miles between our house and the start of the bike path in downtown Florence. There is one funky section where we had to take a short section of unpaved path and carry our trikes over the railroad tracks. I'm not sure what the city was thinking of with that little part of the path.
The bike path is a great place to cycle a long distance because it's relatively flat, except for the road to and from our house, and it's a really safe place to cycle in terms of not sharing the space with cars. It was also fun because we got to interact with all the people on the path. We got some great comments about our trikes. We got some wows, an impressed whoa, someone who said our trikes looked like formula 1 race cars, and my favorite, the person who said we were on the Lazy Boys of bikes. What an accurate description--our bodies are exactly in the position we would be in if we were leaning back on Lazy Boys.
The bike path is also a great place for scenery--taking the long bridge over the Connecticut River, riding along in the woods. The major change that has happened on the path between Northampton and Belchertown since we used to blade on it regularly is that the beavers have really taken over about a 4 mile stretch. What used to be a small beaver pond that was surrounded by trees is now a wide open area that's become a pretty giant swamp. The beavers really clearcut and flooded the entire area. While I miss the trees, there are some great views of the Seven Sisters mountain chain that we couldn't see before.
Despite all the good things about the route, I doubt we'll take it again until they repave it (something that's been talked about for years). There are potholes, big cracks where tree roots are pushing up the pavement, and long sections that are so lumpy (for Pokelas, think of the road to Crow Wing Crest at its worst), that it's extremely unpleasant to bike on.
I'm discovering that cycling really makes me have to pee. By the time we got to the end of the bike path, after about an hour and a half of cycling, I was desperate. I incorrectly remembered portable toilets at that end--I had to use the mosquito-infested woods. Drat those beavers for creating the swamp. And I was desperate again by the time we got home. That has never happened to me blading. Weird.
Anyway, we had fun and want to take a long ride every weekend. Mapmyride estimated that we burned 1,600 calories. Not bad. I just wish we had a personal chef to make us dinner upon our return-- I only had enough energy to make some popcorn and sit in front of the tv. I'm going to ask Mark to take it easy on my legs tomorrow--I have some very sore knees.
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Friday, May 6, 2011
Friday Night
Liz and I went cycling at 5 tonight. I would have to say that it's the first time in our nearly 27 years together we've worked out on a Friday after work. We both love cycling so much, it didn't matter that we were tired and hungry.
I keep finding myself comparing cycling to blading. I really don't want to try to convince myself that I don't love blading, but it's also nice to see that I'm not doing a second-best sport because I can't do the best one.
What I was noticing today was the freedom of cycling. We explored some roads that I've never been on in my 39 years of living in western Mass. We discovered how to get on one of the bike paths near our home. A section of it hadn't been paved yet--I assume it's going to be paved, which made no difference for cycling. Also, some of the roads were too crappy to blade on.
I'm using mapmyride on my iPhone to track my time, distance, and speed, and noticed today that I go exactly the same speed down the hill from our house that I did on blades--30 mph.
We cycled up the 2 mile hill back to our house for the first time since the first time we went out on our trikes, and I was really pleased at how much easier it was. We don't cycle on any other hill that's that long, but cycling around here means cycling on hills so we've clearly been getting stronger. We're thinking about doing a 30 mile ride on Sunday. Seeing how that goes will give us an initial indication of whether we can do 100 miles in September.
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I keep finding myself comparing cycling to blading. I really don't want to try to convince myself that I don't love blading, but it's also nice to see that I'm not doing a second-best sport because I can't do the best one.
What I was noticing today was the freedom of cycling. We explored some roads that I've never been on in my 39 years of living in western Mass. We discovered how to get on one of the bike paths near our home. A section of it hadn't been paved yet--I assume it's going to be paved, which made no difference for cycling. Also, some of the roads were too crappy to blade on.
I'm using mapmyride on my iPhone to track my time, distance, and speed, and noticed today that I go exactly the same speed down the hill from our house that I did on blades--30 mph.
We cycled up the 2 mile hill back to our house for the first time since the first time we went out on our trikes, and I was really pleased at how much easier it was. We don't cycle on any other hill that's that long, but cycling around here means cycling on hills so we've clearly been getting stronger. We're thinking about doing a 30 mile ride on Sunday. Seeing how that goes will give us an initial indication of whether we can do 100 miles in September.
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Thursday, May 5, 2011
Step on a Crack
I don't know which of my mother's 7 children stepped on the crack, but my mother has 2 broken vertebrae. And I'm nervous that I'm joining her. Hey, I don't even have kids to step on cracks.
I noticed that one of my vertebrae was really sticking out a number of weeks ago. My first thought was that it had broken and healed in a weird way. I've been having pain in my mid-back area on either side of that lump off and on ever since I hurt my back riding horses at the dude ranch a year and a half ago.
And when I saw my endricronologist around that same time, she said that if I had lost another quarter inch in height, she would have had my back x-rayed to see if I broke a vertebrae.
The other thing that makes me paranoid about it is that I was looking up on the Mayo Clinic website what exercises people with osteoporosis should do. I was expecting examples of bone strengthening exercises, but what I got was warnings not to bend over or do anything to put strain on my spine so I wouldn't break a vertebrae. I got out of that site fast. If I followed those directions, it would basically rule out most of my Fitness Together routine.
So when I found the lump, I of course made Liz feel it to confirm that I wasn't crazy (at least about that). Then I sat around and worried about it for a few weeks until Liz made me promise to call the doctor. Then when I called the doctor, she couldn't see me for 2 weeks (what a relief). Now I'm nearing the moment of truth. I see the doctor on Monday and get a back x-ray. I really really hope it's nothing--is it possible to have a bony lump on your spine that's nothing?
I have 2 worries--that I broke a vertebrae and the doctor is going to tell me what my mother's doctor told her--no bending over, no lifting anything over 10 pounds. Not only would that eliminate all weight lifting, even worse, it would eliminate all Bennett lifting.
My second worry is that I'll keep breaking vertebrae. I'm too damn young for this, so many years (I think) for them to keep breaking. My dad had a lot of broken vertebrae. At one point he was in a lot of pain and his doctor discovered it was because his spine had deteriorated enough that his ribs were grinding into his hip bones. He had to wear this terrible back brace that didn't seem like it was much better than having his ribs grind into his hips.
Actually, I have a third worry. If I have a broken vertebrae, will it prevent me from doing the volunteer work I want to do in Nicaragua. Oh, and then there's the worry that it's not a broken vertebrae, it's some kind of cancer on my spine.
I guess I'm getting way ahead of myself. I need to wait to see what Monday brings.
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I noticed that one of my vertebrae was really sticking out a number of weeks ago. My first thought was that it had broken and healed in a weird way. I've been having pain in my mid-back area on either side of that lump off and on ever since I hurt my back riding horses at the dude ranch a year and a half ago.
And when I saw my endricronologist around that same time, she said that if I had lost another quarter inch in height, she would have had my back x-rayed to see if I broke a vertebrae.
The other thing that makes me paranoid about it is that I was looking up on the Mayo Clinic website what exercises people with osteoporosis should do. I was expecting examples of bone strengthening exercises, but what I got was warnings not to bend over or do anything to put strain on my spine so I wouldn't break a vertebrae. I got out of that site fast. If I followed those directions, it would basically rule out most of my Fitness Together routine.
So when I found the lump, I of course made Liz feel it to confirm that I wasn't crazy (at least about that). Then I sat around and worried about it for a few weeks until Liz made me promise to call the doctor. Then when I called the doctor, she couldn't see me for 2 weeks (what a relief). Now I'm nearing the moment of truth. I see the doctor on Monday and get a back x-ray. I really really hope it's nothing--is it possible to have a bony lump on your spine that's nothing?
I have 2 worries--that I broke a vertebrae and the doctor is going to tell me what my mother's doctor told her--no bending over, no lifting anything over 10 pounds. Not only would that eliminate all weight lifting, even worse, it would eliminate all Bennett lifting.
My second worry is that I'll keep breaking vertebrae. I'm too damn young for this, so many years (I think) for them to keep breaking. My dad had a lot of broken vertebrae. At one point he was in a lot of pain and his doctor discovered it was because his spine had deteriorated enough that his ribs were grinding into his hip bones. He had to wear this terrible back brace that didn't seem like it was much better than having his ribs grind into his hips.
Actually, I have a third worry. If I have a broken vertebrae, will it prevent me from doing the volunteer work I want to do in Nicaragua. Oh, and then there's the worry that it's not a broken vertebrae, it's some kind of cancer on my spine.
I guess I'm getting way ahead of myself. I need to wait to see what Monday brings.
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Wednesday, May 4, 2011
I Like to Work It Work It
I had a great workout with Toby today. We did every exercise once, which was unusual, and many of the exercises I hadn't done before. Here are some of my favorites.
First, I put a short band of elastic around both my ankles, and shuffled sideways across the room and back, keeping pressure on the band and my knees bent. That works the he'll out of the glutes. By the second time back and forth, they were really burning.
Then I did the exercise below.
Hmm--slightly blurry. In this exercise I had one foot on the weight bench, the other on the floor, and stood up on the weight bench without my other foot touching it, lifted the non-weight-bearing leg up, and held it for a couple of seconds, and then stepped back down. I did 15 reps on each leg. It's a great balance exercise.
Another fun exercise involved this 14 pound ball.
First I lifted it overhead, then I lowered it between my legs, and tossed it as far as I couId--which was maybe 6-8 feet, like this:
The big blob in the middle is the ball being thrown at great speed toward the camera. It was shocking how much this exercise used my abs. It's a great whole body exercise.
I also did some squats on the Bosu, with a weighted ball I held out in front of me while I squatted, squats with a Swiss ball between my back and the wall with dumbbells that I curled and pressed at the top of the lunge.
Another great exercise involved two elastic cables that were anchored at about shoulder height to a machine. I backed up until I could lean backward holding the cables and then did a punching motion back and forth, alternating my arms. It worked my back muscles and biceps. Another exercise involved stepping up with one foot and then the other onto and back off of a low platform, doing a biceps curl with fairly light wright with each step. I was going to ask Toby for heavier weights, but I'm glad I didn't. My biceps were screaming by the end (he had me do each of the last 2 exercises for a minute, which is a lot of reps).
There were more exercises, but you get the idea. I was covered in sweat by the end and now I'm ready to go to bed at 8:17 pm.
I've lost 3 pounds in the past 2 weeks, and am feeling great about it. Cycling really makes a difference. Five more pounds and I'm no longer officially over-weight, although I'll still be 19 pounds over what the WII calls my ideal weight. It would be fun to be there. A mere 4 years ago I was only 6 pounds away from my ideal weight, so it seems possible. This weekend, I was in LA, and when I started getting dressed in the morning, realized I had accidentally brought a pair of pants from 4 years ago--size 8. I pulled them on, thinking they were the pants I meant to bring, and there was only about a 1 foot gap between the two sides of the pants. It was astounding to me that I ever wore them. I hope to wear them again--they're made of silk and are really nice pants! I'll post a picture in my blog if I'm ever able to fit in them.
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First, I put a short band of elastic around both my ankles, and shuffled sideways across the room and back, keeping pressure on the band and my knees bent. That works the he'll out of the glutes. By the second time back and forth, they were really burning.
Then I did the exercise below.
Hmm--slightly blurry. In this exercise I had one foot on the weight bench, the other on the floor, and stood up on the weight bench without my other foot touching it, lifted the non-weight-bearing leg up, and held it for a couple of seconds, and then stepped back down. I did 15 reps on each leg. It's a great balance exercise.
Another fun exercise involved this 14 pound ball.
First I lifted it overhead, then I lowered it between my legs, and tossed it as far as I couId--which was maybe 6-8 feet, like this:
The big blob in the middle is the ball being thrown at great speed toward the camera. It was shocking how much this exercise used my abs. It's a great whole body exercise.
I also did some squats on the Bosu, with a weighted ball I held out in front of me while I squatted, squats with a Swiss ball between my back and the wall with dumbbells that I curled and pressed at the top of the lunge.
Another great exercise involved two elastic cables that were anchored at about shoulder height to a machine. I backed up until I could lean backward holding the cables and then did a punching motion back and forth, alternating my arms. It worked my back muscles and biceps. Another exercise involved stepping up with one foot and then the other onto and back off of a low platform, doing a biceps curl with fairly light wright with each step. I was going to ask Toby for heavier weights, but I'm glad I didn't. My biceps were screaming by the end (he had me do each of the last 2 exercises for a minute, which is a lot of reps).
There were more exercises, but you get the idea. I was covered in sweat by the end and now I'm ready to go to bed at 8:17 pm.
I've lost 3 pounds in the past 2 weeks, and am feeling great about it. Cycling really makes a difference. Five more pounds and I'm no longer officially over-weight, although I'll still be 19 pounds over what the WII calls my ideal weight. It would be fun to be there. A mere 4 years ago I was only 6 pounds away from my ideal weight, so it seems possible. This weekend, I was in LA, and when I started getting dressed in the morning, realized I had accidentally brought a pair of pants from 4 years ago--size 8. I pulled them on, thinking they were the pants I meant to bring, and there was only about a 1 foot gap between the two sides of the pants. It was astounding to me that I ever wore them. I hope to wear them again--they're made of silk and are really nice pants! I'll post a picture in my blog if I'm ever able to fit in them.
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Tuesday, May 3, 2011
So Happy Together
One of the many things I like about our new trikes is that Liz and I are having fun cycling together. For many years in our relationship, Liz and I trained and worked out together. When we were both much younger, we lifted weights and ran together. We even did one or two triathlons (I can't remember which). Then when we both started having injuries from running, we shifted to rollerblading, which really accelerated when we started doing the Northshore Inline Marathon together.
We also took a lot of classes together at the various health clubs we belonged to--spinning, step, and aerobic classes, along with lifting weight. I really enjoyed working out together.
When Liz stopped working full time at MSR, we stopped going to the health club together. We were living in Belchertown and the health club was in Northampton, and Liz had no reason to get up early to drive there. We still did a lot of rollerblading together on the bike path that was close to our house. But then when we moved to Northampton, the closest bike path wasn't that great--only about 3 miles long, so I started rollerblading during the week on the road in front of our house. There's a big downhill stretch either way you take that road, and Liz didn't feel comfortable on it. Then I started getting crazy about my training, really working on my speed, so the few times we'd try blading together weren't really that fun, because I'd want to go much faster.
So, given our history in recent years, I've been a bit suspicious about whether we were really going to be cycling together. This morning for example, when I woke Liz to see if she wanted to cycle with me, I was expecting her to say that she wanted to sleep in and go by herself later. She was in Brattleboro last night and didn't get to bed until late. But she hopped right up and went out with me. Also, our pace is the same, so we're cycling together. We're interested in doing the ride for The Food Bank in September but haven't decided on 50 or 100 miles yet.
My fear when I broke my arm and my leg was that I would never be able to train again. Who knew that it would result in Liz and me being able to start training together again--something we really enjoyed for many years and I hope can do for a long time in the future.
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We also took a lot of classes together at the various health clubs we belonged to--spinning, step, and aerobic classes, along with lifting weight. I really enjoyed working out together.
When Liz stopped working full time at MSR, we stopped going to the health club together. We were living in Belchertown and the health club was in Northampton, and Liz had no reason to get up early to drive there. We still did a lot of rollerblading together on the bike path that was close to our house. But then when we moved to Northampton, the closest bike path wasn't that great--only about 3 miles long, so I started rollerblading during the week on the road in front of our house. There's a big downhill stretch either way you take that road, and Liz didn't feel comfortable on it. Then I started getting crazy about my training, really working on my speed, so the few times we'd try blading together weren't really that fun, because I'd want to go much faster.
So, given our history in recent years, I've been a bit suspicious about whether we were really going to be cycling together. This morning for example, when I woke Liz to see if she wanted to cycle with me, I was expecting her to say that she wanted to sleep in and go by herself later. She was in Brattleboro last night and didn't get to bed until late. But she hopped right up and went out with me. Also, our pace is the same, so we're cycling together. We're interested in doing the ride for The Food Bank in September but haven't decided on 50 or 100 miles yet.
My fear when I broke my arm and my leg was that I would never be able to train again. Who knew that it would result in Liz and me being able to start training together again--something we really enjoyed for many years and I hope can do for a long time in the future.
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