On Thursday, one of my teammates for the June sprint decided that she'd like to do the entire race on her own- her first tri. I'm happy for her, although I'm slightly disappointed that the only racing event I had on my calendar for the year is canceled. I was trying to talk Superdad into doing the bike and run portion and I'd swim, but he's not into it- if he changes his mind in the next 2 weeks we'll go for it, if not I'll just sleep in that Sunday morning and plan to race it next year. The 5k is next Saturday and I will be pushing the boys in the stroller, grandma and grandpa are not available for kid watching. It's only a walk so it shouldn't be tough. I admit, though, the precipitous drop in my cardio ability over the past 2 weeks is frustrating. I find myself out of breath very quickly, like, a flight of stairs has winded me on occasion. I've had to modify entire cardio classes to remove the high impact moves like jogging in place, jumping jacks, plyo squats and plyo lunges. It almost makes attending class seem worthless so for the next 9 weeks I might be switching to treadmill and elliptical trainer workouts.
On a cool note, though, Critter is quite an active little one and her or she will often oblige Superman with some kicks and pokes when he's "talking to baby". Hot Wheels isn't very interested in Critter, but Superman is more excited and it's pretty cute. We just hope the enthusiasm keeps up after he or she arrives. I've got the rest of my life to train or race, only 12 more weeks to incubate a life. It's clearly the bigger priority right now.