So I’m feeling guilty… real guilty. Last post was my two-fer Tuesday. Since then I’ve done only 2 workouts and gave myself Friday off… which I had not originally planned on doing. Wednesday after 10 hours at work, I thought it was a good idea to go for a 20 mile bike ride then 15 minute run. Impromptu brick anyone?? Even with some G-rade on the ride and before the Run, I still BONKED when I got home after the run. I had some good old fashioned pasta for dinner at 9:30 pm and was ready for bed. I slept so hard that night that I had no idea what was going on the next morning when my alarm went of– mass confusion.
Somehow made it to the pool Thursday night, out of sheer determination to only have very uninspired swimming. I promptly got out at 1600y and chalked it up to a recovery day.
Friday was supposed to run after work with my roommate who’s training for a number of thing, mainly a 70.3 in July, but more closely the Olympic Distance the same weekend as my sprint. Took a quick nap on the couch – then came the RAIN. not just mild rain, but DOWN POUR. It didn’t let up until probably 10 pm. Brian went to the YMCA to run the treadmill and kindly offered his guest pass to me to do the same. My general exhaustion from the week and severe disdain for the Treadmill could not pull me off the couch. Was not planning on having a Friday off, but alas there it was. I slept probably 10 hours last night and but I needed every minute of it. Maybe I shouldn’t feel guilty after all??
“Lie in our Graves” Dave Matthews Band