Adventures in Fitness, Fashion and Fabulousness

Of Safely Regaining Weight, Cycling Adventures and Bike Spills

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Last time we saw our heroine, she was still glowing from the aftermath of her figure competition, and had promised to upload pictures.   

So where are the pictures, you ask?  In my”About” page that’s where!  At least my favorite pic of the batch is.  There may be more to come, or I may even do a “before” and “after” thingy.  Stay tuned.

I feel accomplished.

What happens next, then?  For one thing, I need to regain the weight that I shed.  Yes, boys and girls, since I am done for the year, I must put back the 13 lbs that I lost in order to compete so I can rebuild bigger and better muscle for next time.

Because, oh yes, there will be a next time.

So does that mean that I can finally go and stuff myself with Dunkin’ donuts and loads and loads of french fries? 

Not so fast.  The whole point is to regain the weight slowly.  If it took me 12 weeks to shed 13 pounds, it should take me 12 weeks to regain them, basically by eating clean.  The only difference is that now I can get the ocassional cheat meal.  Hooray!

So far, I have kept it up right on schedule.  The plan is to gradually reduce the cardio while keeping the lifting and to gradually increase calories.  As I have found out, it works like a charm.

This is us, right after the ride. At least, what was left of us.

At any rate, this past Sunday I joined my husband and a couple of friends on a biking ride.  (Yay biking!)  The ride was the Backroads Century Ride, a yearly event and one very hilly affair.  (Featuring lots of cows, sheep, llamas and kamikaze squirrels galore!)

I decided to do only 30 miles, since the training for a longer bike ride would have clashed with my figure show prep.  I hadn’t been on the saddle for the 12 weeks of show preparation, and had only done a couple of spinning classes since, so I was a little bit worried about my endurance.

I shouldn’t have worried, I was able to sustain the ride and, other than having to push my bike for a couple of nasty hills, I did reasonably well.

It is also a tradition that at every ride I either: a) take a wrong turn; b) fall off my bike; or c) all of the above.

I was feeling cocky. I didn’t fall off the bike! (Alas, I had spoken too soon…)

This ride was no different.  Almost at the end of our trek, I took a wrong turn and ended up going the wrong way while my husband yelled frantically after me “To the left!  Not that left, the other left!”

Once I got back on track, we were at the finishing line in no time.  And lo and behold!  I didn’t even fall of my bike!  I was so happy that I did a Snoopy dance.

Alas, I spoke too soon.  While riding back to the parking lot, I made a sharp turn and crashed on the gravel path injuring my ankle, hip and elbow.

No fun at all.

Me, with my feet up nursing my ankle. My cat is on my lap.

Luckily, it seems that other than a sore ankle (still stiff today), and a couple of lumps on the aforementioned hip and elbow, nothing is broken or seriously damaged.

I will live.

And after that, I will bike some more.

But in the meantime, I lift.

Or at least I will lift tomorrow, when my ankle feels better.

Oh, yes I will lift…

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