I Fell off the Wagon, Then it Ran Me Over
9, 10, 12, 12, 14. I wish I could say that’s the number of hours of IM training I’ve put in the last five weeks. Unfortunately, it’s the number of hours I’ve worked the last 5 days. We’re going through some really big changes, which means a lot of extra hours. I’ve been coming home and crashing in the evenings. In the mornings, I can’t pull myself out of bed. When it comes to exercise, I think I’ve come down with rationalization syndrome.
In the mornings, it’s easy lately to tell myself that I’ll work out in the afternoon. When I get home at night, um, it doesn’t happen.
It’s going to be 20 to 40 below this weekend. It takes a whole lot to get all dressed up. Then, if I do go for a decent run, it literally takes me hours to warm up afterward. It’s post exercise chillies on steroids.
I’m supposed to be training 7-8 hours a week right now. I’m lucky if I’m getting in 3 or 4. I know it’s just a funk. I know things will get better. I had just hoped to be doing a better balancing job of all of this right now.
I am SO excited for this weekend. Tomorrow is day 12/12 of work, so in come my 2 off. Sleeping, a few hours of exercise, and some general catching up on phone calls, emails, and snail mail letters. It’s also tax time! In the past, our returns funded our bike addiction. This year, we may have to pay in, so there will be no bike shopping spree :( It’ll be good to get it done, though. My next weekend off will be spent in FLORIDA. Hooray! I’ll have to do a little research in the next couple of weeks to find out how I can fit in my workouts at the resort. Maybe I’ll just run and enjoy the sun for all 5 days.
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4 comments:
I love your title. You show that wagon and work and taxes and training - whoa, that is a lot! - who's boss.
We might have to figure out how to write this TRI-stuff off in our taxes.
As long as you get up from getting run over it is all good. Get some rest.
when you find a house you will hopefully get some more bike money. All my friends claim we will get a huge refund this year because of the house. I hope so! I want to go somewhere sunny! :)
I completely understand about the time it takes to add layer upon layer to go out for a simple run. I have a hate-hate relationship with the dreadmill, so I'll go out in anything that won't risk blowing my knees. But sometimes I feel like that little brother from A Christmas Story by the time I leave. If only I didn't love it so...
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