Spectacle or Miracle?

Spectacle or Miracle?

Guest blogger, Natalie, is an athlete and a 30-something mom with two girls and a dude on the way. With a light heart and serious intentions, she explores what it means to push her limits, seek adventure and enjoy the best of life. You can check out her written work at Hello Day and get a taste of her life at @hellodaynatalie.

“Spectacle or miracle?”

That’s the question I find myself asking more and more these days. I’m in my last month of pregnancy and my thoughts shift between, “My body is amazing” and, “This is just ridiculous.” I lose my breath walking up a flight of stairs. Sweat beads up the second I rise from my bed. The waddle is in full force. As are the pregnancy grunts that slip out when strapping on my cycle shoes. So, it’s in these final weeks that my focus has narrowed to Mission Critical activities only.

And BurnCycle is still one of them.

This may seem counterintuitive. After all, there are plenty of prenatal water aerobics workouts available. At nine months pregnant, why not stick to those? As for this Mama, there are a few very specific reasons to hang with my BurnCycle crew as long as I can.

First, showing up is an act of gratitude. I can still move. My body has the power to sustain two lives at once AND kick freaking ass for 45 minutes. Not all pregnancies allow for such mobility and exertion. But this one has. So I honor my health and fortune by staying in the game. Not a class goes by that I don’t hop off the bike feeling even more aware of that blessing.

Next, getting back on any wagon is never fun. Although my modified third trimester participation is slower and less intense, I am on the wagon. And that matters. So what that I have to sit my pregnant butt in the saddle to sprint? So what if I have zero hope of keeping pace with fast drills? I keep my focus on building strength - turning up the resistance and willingly losing the beat. I am holding onto fitness with every inch of my pregnant being. AND I AM STILL IN THE MF GAME.

Finally, I draft off of the inspiring and contagious energy that abounds in each BurnCycle class. The riders remind me of what I am capable of and what I have to look forward to achieving soon again. Each class leaves me with an overwhelming urge to yell, “Dammit! Put me in coach!” But, I have to wait and the waiting makes me even hungrier for the postpartum challenge that awaits me.

Spectacle or miracle? Without a doubt, this whole growing a life thing is 100% miracle. The community of riders at BurnCycle reinforces that truth every day through their encouragement and shared energy.

I cannot wait for the day I get to saddle up as a lighter and faster Burn Mama. Until then, you can find me in the back row, rocking a big old baby bump and chanting, “Put me in coach!”