Spring fever hit hard and I took the day off yesterday to garden, run, and bike. I'm practicing the balancing act and decided it made sense to dedicate ½ day to each so yesterday morning was in the garden and yesterday after noon was pedaling and running. The run was first and went ok. It was a steady 5.20 mile tempo run at maybe a 10:15-10:30 mph pace (not sure on that). I took a real short 20 minute break to chat with my neighbor, then hopped on the bike. "Damn!" I thought. Why is it so hard to pedal? Why are my legs like lead? Why am I going so slow? Why do I feel like I have to get off and push on a hill I've ridden a thousand times? "It's because you have a very fat ass Jill… you gained enough of weight that it now affected your bike riding and you've turned into a true-blue slug. Yes, you were sluggish before, but now it's worse and you're really, really going to embarrass all your friends. What are you going to do now you pig? Go eat some bread maybe?? Don't forget to slather on the butter nice and thick. "
I'm devastated. This was my first road ride of the year. All I could take of the torture was an hour and yes, the hills really were that bad. No amount of trainer riding at an average heart rate for hours on end is going to get my ass up a hill at a semi-decent pace come spring time. It's now or never… either drop the cheese and flab or park my butt in a kayak seat and forget about it. I hate being 50. The trade-off for no-more-periods is a couple extra pounds that DO make a difference on the bike. It sucks.