Friday, February 3, 2012
Now, now, I accept the responsibility for creating a very tough training schedule that my boyfriend, his best friend, my friend the Bad-#-s-s, and maybe a few others follow. Actually I didn't create it. Joel Friel created it and put it on Training Peaks to follow- but I distribute it.
It's just that the day after the 1/2 marathon I did a gym workout. Then Tuesday I hit the pool and did a rolling hills 7 mile run. Then Wednesday I hit the pool and did a hilly 6 mile trail run. Yesterday I did a hilly bike ride. My legs were toast. There was no time to buy groceries, clean the house, aka recover. So I'm a bit off kilter.
Poor boyfriend took a spill on the bike yesterday (aches and pains and road rash) so he got to sleep in today. So when the alarm goes off and I delay getting up.... I hear... "well you might as well get it over with. Get up and workout."
So, I promptly got myself out of bed, prepared myself under my favorite blanket in the living room and turned on the What If episode of "Grey's Anatomy". Man I think I'm halfway back to homeostasis.
Then I broke the diet today by having Kix at work. Delish!
Sometimes the prodding just doesn't help. Doesn't help. I revert to solitary mode for peace and tranquility. Now here's to hoping Meredith Webber healed me and I can return to my normal workouts this evening. And boyfriend - no nagging if I don't. (He doesn't read this anyway.)