I have one long swim and one long run between me and a recovery week. This recovery week will be the eighth week of my training. Scary how time is flying! The build weeks are tough. The two a days are tough! Getting the right amount of sleep to heal and recover is impossible.
During this last build week we had a ton of stuff on our family calendar. All fun stuff, but a huge suck from rest and relaxation. Then there's just that stuff that comes up. Kid stuff, friend stuff, and responsibilities. On top of that, my allergies have been slowly ramping up . I appreciate their slow presentation, but I knew it was just a matter of time before they affected my work outs. I always resist going to see the allergist. I am showing a pattern of needing a strong steroid shock to the system every 3 to 4 months. That shock is awesome because it works every time. The down side is that I go in tweaker mode for a good week, don't get but 3-4 hours of sleep, and drive my family nuts with cleaning and doing laundry at 3 and 4 in the morning. My allergist is awesome and is exploring options of trying to break this nasty little cycle. I feel like a project of his. He takes it personal when my numbers aren't good and I can't breathe on a simple work out.
So...how's training going? My schedule is pretty cool because it builds at a pace I can handle. I haven't missed any workouts yet, but have had one occasion where I had to really juggle and switch things around due to meetings and kids stuff. With that being said, I only made it through 1 of 5 miles of last weeks interval run due to a stressful upcoming meeting that I let get to me and I almost puked on my run. Life happens! And let's add in there the ridiculous sub freezing wind chill of a ride yesterday that was to be followed by a 10 min. running brick. The hot shower beat the heck out of the brick. I hate messing up a perfect schedule, but am getting better at allowing myself some room for life to happen.
Things I've noticed: I'm looking haggard in the face and see more wrinkles, I want to cut my hair super short (tired of always washing it twice a day and it never drying), my waist and shoulders are getting thin but my ass and quads are growing (awesome, always wanted to be a pear), and my feet suck (nuf said). I've really had to play around with my food intake. Due to the 2 a days, I eat very small snack portions throughout the day. I feel like I'm eating all the time. I even let my students eat whenever they want in class, because It's just not fair for me to nibbling in front of them. I have had some pretty sucky work outs due to not having enough calories on board, but then I've had some really bad heart burn and vurps due to me trying to eat a meal at lunch. So now I eat a bunch of high protein snacks all day long and save the meal for night time. And for all this working out....why doesn't my butt look like Mirinda Carfrae's yet?
My family is amazing. My husband is so involved and with me every step of the way. Always asking how things are going, how my work out was, how I feel, and he's helping out so much around the house it's awesome! My kids don't complain one bit. They are in it for the long haul and also have picked up a huge portion of the house responsibilities. Mitchell saw me roll up on my bike yesterday and knew I was freezing. I was trapped in my shoes from wearing wind booties. He came out in freezing wind and ripped my booties off for me so I could get inside. Janell has been getting my lunch, work ID, jacket, and hand bag ready every morning so I have my stuff all in one place when I'm ready to walk out the door for work every morning. All this without me asking for a single thing. My parents are amazing. They understand the time I have to sacrifice and can't be with them. They take my kids to school every day and are there in a pinch when the kids need them. My mom is my class "room mom". She's does tedious little teacher stuff for me that simply saves me the time I would have to take to get it done (stapling, cutting, organizing etc). I appreciate my family and realize this is just as much their journey and sacrifice as it is mine.
One more thing...my husband and family are my coaching and support system, but Jesus Christ Himself is my training partner. He beats that pavement with me every mile and we've starred at that daunting black line at the bottom of the pool for many, many laps together. He is my reason for being and I am reminded that my outcome is not my own, but His will. To God be the glory for all that I am and all that I do!
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