This past week, I’ve been completely off-schedule, off track and just plain “off” with all of my training. (and, really, my whole life, but that’s not the point of this blog!)
Last Friday, I drove with my mom, my sister and my kids to Arizona for my cousin’s funeral. 28 total hours of driving in a 72 hour period is not my idea of a relaxing weekend. We had a really good time, though, seeing lots of family and remembering good times.
In total, last week I swam once, biked once and ran once. I also managed to spend a whopping FOUR DAYS doing absolutely nothing (except driving, which hardly counts as exercise, especially when you factor in how much snacking I did while in the car). Between the eating and the inactivity, I feel completely slug-like, as though I’ve never trained in my life. Yikes!
Oh, and did I mention that my next tri is in four days??? I guess I’m kissing that PR buh-bye. In fact, I’m sort of questioning if I should even race. My competitive side says don’t do it if I can’t be my best (which I am clearly not right now). My “I love to race” side says I should just go and enjoy the day and put it down in the books as a learning experience.
I went for a short bike ride this morning and cranked out a pretty decent pace (18.1 miles per hour). I’ve made a real effort today to get back to my “training diet” and I’m planning to make up last week’s long run tomorrow morning. I sort of doubt that I can turn the tide from “sloth” to “badass” in less than a week, but I have to start somewhere.
Have you ever not “raced” a race? Was it fun and relaxing, or did it leave you feeling sort of defeated that you didn’t do your best?