Trade show two means five days in Los Angeles. My partner this week is our “soccer guy,” Brian, and we decide to head up Tuesday. This way, we can be sure that all our gear arrived and that our union labor is, well, laboring.
I leave early to meet a friend, Sam, who is in LA from Austin for a WOD at my friend’s CrossFit Box. We planned this in early October and I am not going to let Baby T make me bail. The warm-up is easy and the strength portion is doable (deadlifts, rows and one-armed snatches). The WOD is not. It’s a ladder of double-unders and pull-ups. I don’t jump (no need to break the baby for a workout) so trade each rep for a calorie on the Assault Bike.
It’s going to be a long one so I keep my mind busy watching other athletes watch themselves. It’s painful to see the body consciousness and I am glad I’ve shifted my relationship with exercise in the last 8 years. What used to be punishment or repentance for eating/sitting too much is now how I de-stress, socialize and have fun.
I won’t lie, I am beat. After lunch, I drop Sam off at his hotel and head to mine. The next four days are going to be busy. I need to be rested to do my job and we agreed to meet at 6:45 am for an Ashtanga class at Equinox, I want to be clear for that.
Baby T loves yoga! We are one on the mat and have no issues with postures or energy. I am nervous to lie on my belly and remember there is skin, fascia, fat, muscle, bone and an expanding uterus to protect her. It feels funny, but not in a bad way. I’ve also done my research. The only contraindicated poses are on the back since they can compress the uterus.
After class, I shower and get ready to set-up a giant booth. Brian and I are meeting at 9:30 and he brought his wife and daughter to help. As I am getting dressed, I notice my belly has popped and I can’t suck it in anymore. I wasn’t planning on telling all my co-workers yet--we'll see.
Set-up is long and boring. Although I graduated from unpacking boxes when I was 30, I am out of retirement since our company is on financial lock-down and my team of 4 is now just me. It’s actually easier than directing people and we are done in under 3 hours.
Instead of pushing myself and meeting another friend for dinner, I get a massage (my EQ employee discount works in LA) and have an overpriced dinner at Whole Foods. I love being anonymous in this city and cruising around in sweats while everyone else is playing their part in LA. We have a “fancy” dinner tomorrow and I’ll save my energy for that.