Monday is a rest day for me (from exercise – it tends to be busy with “real life” stuff), which means I don’t get a good head-clearing sweat session. Boo. Here are some of the things traipsing around in my brain:
- Today is the beginning of Week 2 of my Half-Iron training. Week 1 wasn’t the rousing success I was hoping for, but it wasn’t a suckfest, either. Pool workouts are going *ahem* swimmingly, with my “long swim” clocking in just a little faster than last week’s of the same distance. Yay! I got back on the bike after a few weeks off and it felt great – also yay! But the running…well, I’m not sure what to do about the running. My piriformis/hamstring troubles aren’t resolving themselves like I hoped they would. I can run a very short distance at a very slow speed without pain, which is certainly good news, but anything over two miles is still ouchy. And it’s tough because it’s so hard to tell if it’s the sort of pain I should run through or rest from. I feel like it’s getting better overall, so I’m going to keep on keeping on.
- I realized the other day that the Half I’m training for is called the World’s Toughest Half, aka WTH, as in, “WTH was I thinking, signing up for this???” Ha, ha!!
- I’m going on a bike ride this weekend with some people in my new TRI club!! I am very excited and more than a little nervous. I have ridden with IronHubs before, but I’ve never done any sort of a group ride and I’m not sure about group etiquette. Thankfully, this is a newbie group, so (hopefully) nobody will be too offended if I do something dumb.
- In honor of MLK Day, IronHubs and I took the kids out for a little community service and picked up trash around the creek trail near my house. We made it less than 1/8 of a mile before we had filled three trash bags – unbelievable! I live in the suburbs in an area of nice houses, but the creek trail is a walking path for lots of high school kids who apparently don’t know how to use a garbage can. What an object lesson for Big Boy and Little Boy! They were completely disgusted and dismayed by all the trash we found – I’d estimate we picked up about 15 pounds of junk. When we got home I
made the boys bathe in bleachreminded the boys to wash their hands and put our clothes in the laundry. Yuck.