Biking Bonanza
After losing Kat, J didn't want me to be physically active for a few months. One reason was because of the CS operation; the other was because it was a difficult pregnancy. The Polyhydramnios really stretched me out and affected my back. I guess he wanted to make sure that, in case I get pregnant again, internally I was okay. It went as far as carrying everything - my shoulder bag, my laptop, dogs! Siempre, I'm really makulit, so when he wasn't around I'd push around my balikbayan boxes, mwehehe =P At the same time, I didn't want anything to affect my milk supply, or take more time away from it, so I allowed myself to stay at my weight. After two weeks of giving birth, I was already at my pre-pregnancy weight (super heavy), and I would gain/lose 5 pounds depending on how much milk tea I consumed =D But I didn't lose weight from pumping, probably because I was gorging on everything I saw.
Fast-forward 7 months later, I asked J what physical activity we could do together. Once upon a time, a millenia ago, we went to the gym on a daily basis. This was perhaps one of the healthiest times in our lives --- we were able to go to fun-runs, and finish them with good times! We eventually stopped because we decided to focus on the business, and spend more time with the kids.
I asked J if he wanted to go jogging again, and he told me that he really, really wasn't into jogging. Pinagbigyan lang ako before, haha. I didn't want to do it without him either, so I suggested biking. EVERYONE, and I mean, EVERYONE bikes in our village. And they're hard-core, with expensive racers (think P100k+ bikes!) I didn't want to go THAT far, but everyone made it look so easy! And many of my staff bike to work... so how hard could it be? Plus, on weekends, we can bike with the kids! It can be a family thing!
After a few days of looking for cheap bikes (we didn't want to spend on a hobby we might not push thru with), we purchased bikes. Mine was a simple foldable one, while J got a mountain bike. We bought a carrier for our car, so that we could bring the bikes... home. Hahaha. Since we invested even just a bit on these, I was thinking, wala ng atrasan!
We excitedly tried our bikes after the kids went to bed. I made J remove the basket that he attached to my bike (hahaha, can you imagine how I'd look with that basket??) J was already wheeling around by the time I dragged my bike out, and he was having fun. Excitedly I got on my bike, pushed the pedal...
And almost fell over.
I biked as a kid, but I haven't biked in 15 years or so. Doesn't the saying go "it's like riding a bike, you never forget?"
Oh God. I forgot!
I pedaled once, and screamed my head off the whole 5 feet my bike covered. I stuck my feet out to brake the bike. Needless to say, this screaming and foot breaking went on for another half-hour. I gripped the handles so hard, my knuckles turned white. The whole bike was shaking. What the heck?? It wasn't this hard before!
After a while, I got the feel for it again, but it's so scary pala to ride a bike! All these praning thoughts ran thru my brain --- if I fall, I'll hit my head, bleed on the pavement. Or, a car coming the other way won't see me, and will hit me!! Biking is SO DANGEROUS!
I look to the right, as J was matching my speed so he can see if I fall over. Parang he was having the time of his life. Waaaaah. He loved it! I felt like I was in flames.
Going back home was uphill. UPHILL. I never knew it was so hard! One thing's for sure. "This Girl is On Fire" must have been written when Alicia Keys was biking uphill. I felt like my thighs were literally going to disintegrate. (This is what happens after almost a year and a half of just sitting around.) Biking sure feels different when you're a hundred pounds heavier. The bike feels like it wants to kamikaze. And if it didn't kill itself or me, the oncoming cars would. I would scream and brake anytime a card was 50 feet away. I was like a fat deer in headlights.
This way yesterday night.
So earlier this evening, the conversation went like this:
Me: Let's just stay at home. Look at Kat (our puppy). She's so cute. She wants us to stay.
J: She'll be fine. Give her to Mika. Let's change?
Me (while looking for socks): You know, I know you're tired. You can rest if you like.
J: No, I'm fine.
Me: Seriously. If you don't want to bike, it's okay. I WON'T JUDGE YOU.
J (bursts out laughing): Talaga lang ha?? We're biking. Let's go.
Ohhhhh ohhhhhh how my thighs (and butt) burned tonight.
I love my husband with all my heart, and I truly truly TRULY want to be healthy, in case I get pregnant again... but God, I hope it rains tomorrow.
Fast-forward 7 months later, I asked J what physical activity we could do together. Once upon a time, a millenia ago, we went to the gym on a daily basis. This was perhaps one of the healthiest times in our lives --- we were able to go to fun-runs, and finish them with good times! We eventually stopped because we decided to focus on the business, and spend more time with the kids.
I asked J if he wanted to go jogging again, and he told me that he really, really wasn't into jogging. Pinagbigyan lang ako before, haha. I didn't want to do it without him either, so I suggested biking. EVERYONE, and I mean, EVERYONE bikes in our village. And they're hard-core, with expensive racers (think P100k+ bikes!) I didn't want to go THAT far, but everyone made it look so easy! And many of my staff bike to work... so how hard could it be? Plus, on weekends, we can bike with the kids! It can be a family thing!
After a few days of looking for cheap bikes (we didn't want to spend on a hobby we might not push thru with), we purchased bikes. Mine was a simple foldable one, while J got a mountain bike. We bought a carrier for our car, so that we could bring the bikes... home. Hahaha. Since we invested even just a bit on these, I was thinking, wala ng atrasan!
We excitedly tried our bikes after the kids went to bed. I made J remove the basket that he attached to my bike (hahaha, can you imagine how I'd look with that basket??) J was already wheeling around by the time I dragged my bike out, and he was having fun. Excitedly I got on my bike, pushed the pedal...
And almost fell over.
I biked as a kid, but I haven't biked in 15 years or so. Doesn't the saying go "it's like riding a bike, you never forget?"
Oh God. I forgot!
I pedaled once, and screamed my head off the whole 5 feet my bike covered. I stuck my feet out to brake the bike. Needless to say, this screaming and foot breaking went on for another half-hour. I gripped the handles so hard, my knuckles turned white. The whole bike was shaking. What the heck?? It wasn't this hard before!
After a while, I got the feel for it again, but it's so scary pala to ride a bike! All these praning thoughts ran thru my brain --- if I fall, I'll hit my head, bleed on the pavement. Or, a car coming the other way won't see me, and will hit me!! Biking is SO DANGEROUS!
I look to the right, as J was matching my speed so he can see if I fall over. Parang he was having the time of his life. Waaaaah. He loved it! I felt like I was in flames.
Going back home was uphill. UPHILL. I never knew it was so hard! One thing's for sure. "This Girl is On Fire" must have been written when Alicia Keys was biking uphill. I felt like my thighs were literally going to disintegrate. (This is what happens after almost a year and a half of just sitting around.) Biking sure feels different when you're a hundred pounds heavier. The bike feels like it wants to kamikaze. And if it didn't kill itself or me, the oncoming cars would. I would scream and brake anytime a card was 50 feet away. I was like a fat deer in headlights.
This way yesterday night.
So earlier this evening, the conversation went like this:
Me: Let's just stay at home. Look at Kat (our puppy). She's so cute. She wants us to stay.
J: She'll be fine. Give her to Mika. Let's change?
Me (while looking for socks): You know, I know you're tired. You can rest if you like.
J: No, I'm fine.
Me: Seriously. If you don't want to bike, it's okay. I WON'T JUDGE YOU.
J (bursts out laughing): Talaga lang ha?? We're biking. Let's go.
Ohhhhh ohhhhhh how my thighs (and butt) burned tonight.
I love my husband with all my heart, and I truly truly TRULY want to be healthy, in case I get pregnant again... but God, I hope it rains tomorrow.
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