On Wednesday, I pretended like I was up to a 15.1 mile bike ride.  I almost convinced myself too!  I mean, I actually did the whole ride without any major breakdowns.

Then, on Thursday, I felt my butt.  And my hamstrings.  And the hot tub was calling my name. . .

But I didn’t go to the pool on Thursday.  Or Friday.  So I dragged myself to the pool on Saturday, not intending to swim a mile at all.  And I didn’t.   I had no idea how low bike butt extends!  I mean, I was all kinds of sore in the middle of my hamstrings.  Every kick hurt.  I felt slower than molasses, grateful for how empty the pool is on Saturday morning.

I set out to swim 500.  That is what I swam.  Then I headed to the hot tub. . . and stopped dead in my tracks.  Pregnant women aren’t supposed to use hot tubs!  How many times had I unsuspectingly used the hot tub?  Had I even gone since I’d found out I was pregnant?  I don’t think so, but I don’t remember.  That’s something to mention at the midwife.

On a completely unrelated note, I ran into a huge crowd outside the Y this morning.  People were scaling the steep hill beside the Y to begin a run.  I noticed all different shapes of people, but didn’t see one black face.  That was not the case when I ran the 5K with my daughter a month ago, but here at this event, I didn’t see anyone like me trying to participate.  It made me sad.  It made me sad to see all these other people embrace a life of fitness, but not my own people.   As I like to cry out to folks on this blog to ‘just give swimming a try!’  I’d like to give a shout out to a fit lifestyle.  Sign up for these races!  You can do it!  Swim!  Run!  Play tennis!  Ride bikes!  Try one of these lifetime sports–you can’t play basketball or football, or even soccer forever.  And your body was made to be in motion.  Forever.  So use it!

*stepping off soap box*