The Baby Jesus Made Me Do It

Half Ironman training has officially started. So far it's going...uh...well...it's going.

Here's how last week went down. Feel free to skip to the end. This? Is not an interesting post. :)

Monday.

On the schedule: Strength workout

Fast forward to 9:30pm. I was still sitting on the couch, reading blogs and sending emails.

At 10pm, I resigned myself to the fact that, yes, I need to get this workout done. Is NEED too strong of a word? No. Because I have a friendly competition with Ryan, who is also training for this tri. If I did more workouts than him this week, he's going to make me soup.

Have I ever mentioned that I hate cooking?

No? Well. I hate cooking.

So I bundled up and headed to the gym, where I did a strength workout...and tossed in a swim workout for good measure.

Tuesday.

I was sooooo tired and soooo whiny. I apologize if you had to interact with me that day. I got home from work and collapsed on the couch.

I needed a nap.

I made a deal with myself. I would nap for one hour...and then I'd hit the gym to run and swim.

I curled into the couch...and woke up at Midnight. Um, oops.

I took it as a sign that the Baby Jesus wanted me to skip the workout, so I shrugged it off and went to bed.

I got 12 hours of sleep that night.

Wednesday.

I'm starting to come around. Ryan and I ran together, then Karen and I headed to our swim lesson.

Hmmm...maybe the secret to success is having someone to workout with?? Or getting enough sleep??

Thursday.

Spin class. I <3 the instructor.

And after class, I hit the pool. By the time I was done, I was completely exhausted. My shoulders? Exhausted. Raising my arms to shampoo my hair was so tiring that it really should be considered its own workout.

Friday.

Who wants to work on a Friday? Not This Girl.

But I met with my runner girls and did a cookie exchange...hanging with fellow runners is practically a workout...right??

Saturday.

Spin class, with a little faux running tossed in (Arc trainer, baby!!)

Sunday.

It was rainy and chilly-ish. The snow was like mashed potatoes. There were puddles on the sidewalk.

But Ryan drug my whiny ass out for a run on Summit. And I'll admit...it felt good. I really do like running. It's all this other cross training BS that's f'ing with my sh!t.

In Conclusion.

In conclusion, one thing that sticks out in my mind from high school is that it really irritated my 10th grade English teacher when we would end our papers with "In Conclusion..."

So.

Yeah, I did nine solid workouts this week.

I skipped one.

I lost this week's bet.

I'm not digging this whole "training" thing.

I think I know the cure. No, it's not more cowbell.

It's more rest. Am I a total pansy ass if I take a few more weeks off until my motivation comes back from winter break??