Yesterday was one of those days. You know the kind I mean. After three days straight of rain, the sun came out and the air warmed up. Everything seemed to gleam in the sunshine. The streets were filled with babies and dogs. You couldn’t help but smile as the sun warmed your face. I took Schnitzel for his midday walk (working from home is THE BEST!) and we both practically danced down the sidewalk. The weather was awesome.
And do you know what Benjamin and I generally do to celebrate blue skies and gorgeous weather like yesterday’s? We go for a bike ride.
Benjamin got me into road biking after I graduated from college, and it has become one of our favorite ways to spend an afternoon on a nice day. We have even trained for and finished two century rides (100 miles in one day). The first ride of spring is always one of the best rides of the year, in my opinion. Breathing in the sun and the breeze as we pedal down the street together feels even more amazing after a long, cold, Boston winter.
But this year, we couldn’t. Well, let me re-phrase that. I couldn’t. Even though I’m still exercising consistently, doctors recommend that pregnant women use only a stationary bike (as in, not going anywhere… staring at the gym wall) after their first trimester. I think it’s mainly because the risk of falling is too great (and believe me, using clipless pedals I have fallen off of my bike more than a few times!) and because my center of gravity has shifted forwards as my stomach has expanded, so I don’t have the balance and control that I had pre-pregnancy. I looked at Benjamin with a devilish look in my eye, as if to say, “I’m pretty fit, I’m sure I could handle a bike ride…” but the look on his face said no. He’s right; it’s not worth the risk.
I think that not being able to go for a bike ride yesterday was the FIRST thing I have missed while being pregnant. Eliminating caffeine from my diet was eay, not drinking alcohol has been a no-brainer and even dealing with new sleeping positions hasn’t been that bad. But knowing I couldn’t go for a bike ride on the first glorious, spring-like day was a bit disappointing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I’m so happy to be where I am. But I kind of wish I could unstrap the belly and go for a quick ride in the sunshine with my favorite riding partner. I’ll miss those two wheels this spring!