Yep, day four of actually training. What the heck has gotten into me? But I had to write a quick blog that I actually worked out now four days running. It's funny really. Not funny like a clown, but ironic like, before it was surprising if I missed a day. Now I'm surprised if I make it a day. I keep saying I am burnt from last year and all of the training I did. I'm not so sure if it's the training so much as the fact it became one more thing in my life. And my life was beyond stressful on several fronts last year. I think running, cycling and swimming were the glue that held what few pieces of my brain I had left together. But in the same breath, they were one more thing that had to be done. I get a little sad when I think of things that occurred, and think of my training, and think of how some days I wanted to sit in a corner and scream at my life to stop. Just a pause button, just for a little while, please God, stop this ride, I wanted to get off. I survived, probably partially due to all of the training I did. When I physically hurt, it too my mind off of anything else. I still don't really like thinking much about every thing though. It definitely detracted from the whole IM experience in hindsight.
Today I swam for the second time since IMFL. Yes, got my squishy tush into a bathing suit and hit the water. I was rather disappointed. I thought surely all of that time logged in the pool previously would equate to at least muscle memory. It would appear my muscles have amnesia. What's with crossing over with my stroke? What was with my arms instead of my lats hurting after I got out? What happened to my catch? I mean really, I was in the pool so much before the Richmond Times Dispatch posted a front page article "Big Pink Raisin Found in American Family Pool, Whereabouts of Danielle Robinson Unknown...." Today I felt like I should have been in the kiddie pool with floaties.
Anyway, I need to keep up with my training I guess. In my mind I thought surely with the crazy amount of time I spent training that fitness would stay with me, but nooooooooo. What makes me nervous is I am not dying to get back to it. I see the rest of my tri friends all excited about their upcoming seasons. Me not so much. I am planning on next to no races, I just don't have the desire. My other friends are posting on FB, "I signed up for blah, blah, blah" and you have 20 other spandex crazies responding "Me too!" I look and think Meh....
Somewhere along the line I think my training drive got broke like my oven lol. I know I can call Appliance Dr. to fix the oven. I wonder if he can change my heating element and get me to warm up to training and racing again.....
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