Selected work-out song for Log #5 - Klaus Badelt, He's a Pirate
So...we've hit a small snag. And when I say "we" I mean myself and The Little Pirate (the now designated Blog name for baby #4) So...apparently The Little Pirate was not thrilled about biking more than 30 miles with Mom. This became abundantly clear when Greg and I had to make an emergency trip to my doctor.
You see, when I found out The Little Pirate had boarded and taken over, I had a very strict talk with my belly. I explained that Mom had a race coming up that was SUPER important, and I had no intention of buying maternity biking shorts. So we made a deal - me and The Little Pirate.
1. I would drop from the 80 mile race to the 60 mile race for Little Red.
2. I would give up my goal to bike Traverse Ridge this summer.
3. I would cancel my much coveted trip to the Subway in July.
In return -The Little Pirate agreed there would be no interference with any of my work-outs, my races or my beloved swimming. I also threw in the request that any outside growth would not be visible until after June 5th - again, so maternity biking shorts would not be necessary.
Apparently My Little Pirate is completely unscrupulous.
One giant hemorrhage later, my doctor looked between me and the ultrasound picture and said those four words I had been dreading since discovering I was pregnant.
Stop. All. Physical. Activity.
The bad news...I didn't get to race Goldilocks. And there is a slim chance I'll get to do Little Red. I've been weeks now without riding - I feel restless and empty. Even my poor bike looks depressed and rejected sitting in her spot all alone...
The good news...the hemorrhage healed in about 10 days, and I'm already back into swimming. The Little Pirate is one happy baby.