More than a Real Estate Mom - Triathlon, Fitness, and Life on 30A

Today I took a step class. It was the first time since I was in college. I've been out of college for 12 years so, yeah, it's been a while. By my own assessment, I'm pretty fit, so I set up my bench with 2 risers. Then I thought maybe I made a huge mistake when I saw the rest of the class with 1 riser or less... I've never been comfortable with the choreography that is an integral part of the exercise. Seriously, I'm like a bull in a china shop with limbs flying all over the place. If I get lost (and it's usually the same section of the routine where I do lose it) I just do my own thing. Remember that "Friends" episode with the tap dancing and Phoebe thinking she "got it? That's me. Anyway I survived - I didn't fall, my legs didn't fail me, and while I didn't have the same spunk that I once had, it wasn't so bad. Maybe I'll do it again...

My baby weight has been very stubborn, but I suppose that makes sense since it joined me very early in the pregnancy. So the weight that refused to budge one year after baby, is the same weight that I gained in the first trimester. Sooo not baby related! Really I was just enjoying myself and givinig in to my daily craving for cake. or cookies. or both. I managed to train for and complete New Orleans and my weight did not budge. On the other hand, I was pleased that I did not gain in the months since Dad's passing. I could have turned to food, especially since I uprooted my life to "handle" things up north. Suddenly I was without my husband, friends, routine social activities and so on. But still, once I focused on the endurance training to prepare for 70.3 miles on the bayou, I expected the weight to melt away. No such luck. I returned from the race feeling good. I was not crazy sore, even though I had a wicked sunburn, and I felt fit and strong. At the same tim...