Moving right along...yesterday (Saturday) was a rest day from exercise. I got to sleep in since I woke up alone at our friend's house. I came home in time to take the kids to a birthday party for one of Marek's friends, Kellan. I can't believe he and his buddies are all turning 4. I guess there's a reason people with grown kids will longingly say, "Enjoy it, it goes by so fast." We're planning a small party for Marek in March. He's very aware of his birthday this year and keeps threatening to not invite us when we disappoint him. I remind him I'll be bringing the cake and that usually settles it.
Anyway, I was pretty hungry when I got to Kellan's party and felt like I spent the whole time eating. Pizza, party snacks, cupcakes. There came a time when I was feeling pretty full but I kept right on eating. I was aware that I was full, aware that I shouldn't really be eating anymore, but that didn't stop me. What can I say? I'm not always going to make the best choice. I was in a somewhat melancholy mood and I think it lessened my motivation to eat right. By the time we left my head had started hurting too. Ugh, a headache. I assumed it was stress related but around 3pm I realized, I never drank my morning coffee. Duh! Dinner was leftover meat loaf, red potatoes and broccoli. And a cup of hot chocolate later. And let me not forget the chocolate chips I kept getting into (they are all gone now, which is a good thing). My carb/sugar mission still seems to be going strong.
Today, Sunday, I took the kids to the park for a playdate with some of their preschool buddies. My legs and back were so sore from my workouts on Thursday and Friday that I was practically limping. That's what happens when you don't lift weights for practically two weeks. But I managed to survive the park. For the afternoon Miguel and I had secured someone to watch the kids so we could take our planned mountain bike ride.
It was a gorgeous day and I was so looking forward to getting on my mountain bike for the first time in I-don't-know-how-long. Then as we were loading up our bikes Miguel tells me he's got "a little challenge" for me. I've heard plenty about him and his buddies' epic mountain bike rides so I'll admit I was a bit scared. But I figured what's the worst that can happen? It wouldn't be the first time I walked my mountain bike up some too-steep climbs. Good thing I'd taken a couple ibuprofen to ease my sore muscles.
We get out to China Camp and almost immediately we're riding uphill.
Me: "This isn't so bad."
Him: "Not at first, but talk to me after 30 minutes."
Eek! But you know what? It wasn't so bad. I had to work, and I was pretty darn slow, but I felt plenty capable the whole time. Of course this was nowhere near the crazy rides Miguel does with his friends, but the only times I had to put my feet down were navigating some tight corners with a lot of rocks. The fact that I'm out of practice on the mountain bike was glaringly obvious. I felt really shaky at first, but found my balance before too long. That said, I actually screamed with fear going over a few very rocky, rooty, rut-worn spots. Thank goodness I never took a dive. We reached a fork in the road and Miguel said we could go left and head down to the car, or go right for a little more climbing and, "a beautiful view."
You know which way we went. More climbing, but still not too steep for me to handle. Just before the peak we turned onto a paved road that quickly became ridiculously steep, and this was after riding uphill for 30+ minutes. I managed the hill fine until the pavement turned into gravel and then I was done. I had to walk my bike up the last few hundred feet. And then we reached the top. He wasn't lying, the view was nearly 360° and included the bay, mountains and plenty of green. Of course I had to have a picture snapped.
And then we headed down the mountain. It wasn't long before fear had me off my bike and walking. And there I'd been worried about the uphill. Ever since I rode up Marshall Wall I've been nervous about going downhill. Today I couldn't seem to go slow enough on the steep parts (that's "steep" by my definition). Between my hand getting sore holding the brake, and the rocky, stumpy, rut-worn parts of the trail - well, I had to get off my bike and walk it a few times. When I almost tripped and fell while walking I knew I was doing the right thing. Know your limits.
Miguel found it to be quite entertaining that I was walking downhill so he snapped a picture.
How come hills never look as steep in pictures as they did in real life? The good thing is I only had to do this a few times and I completely enjoyed the rest of the ride. Toward the end I started feeling a bit more confident and picked up a tiny bit of speed, but still going pretty slow. My average moving speed over the whole ride was only 5mph! I can run faster than that. But not with this elevation profile I can't.
|China Camp Loop Elevation Profile|