Tricks and life

Another big week of training is almost completed. I have 2 big days tomorrow and Sunday, which are a bit intimidating but also exciting, so the use of "completed" is just a little trick to get myself to think that the work is done. I do that a lot. In fact, this week was the "trick myself" week.

I felt super tired and a bit sick on Thursday this week, so I lowered the pressure and allowed myself the option of bailing the workouts. And then, I did not want to do that. In the morning I recruited Chris for the HIM pace bike ride. I had 32 miles and he agreed to do 20, then 28 (he says I am v good at convincing him to do what I want him to do....I say I am not convincing him, he sees that my ideas are good!). The ride was awesome, until the last 8 miles, when I felt like I was working super hard but my speed was getting lower and lower. WTF? I pushed the last mile all out and only managed a 19.7 mile on a slight downhill. Can you say WTF again? I got off the bike and realized what the problem was. I had a flat. Duh, AM! Well, this explains it. I can't believe I had no awareness that I was biking on a flat. This was my first flat ever, but still. This reminds me of when I got my first flat driving about 9 years ago (bear in mind I learned how to drive 10 years ago, being that I did not grow up here) and pretty much drove on that tire until someone told me I should not. Yup, true story. And you thought I was smart! In the early evening I went to the track for 2X15 min at 10K pace with 1 min recovery. It was hot and muggy and I made myself take a hilly route to get there, on top of the morning ride. I was tired. I did one interval and called it a day in my head during the last 400 meters, knowing all to well that I was going to do the last 15 min no matter what. I started the second 15 min interval and told myself I can stop when it gets hard. When it got hard, I kept telling myself to do one more minute, and so on, until I ran sub 10K pace. Super happy about that. The hurdles were on on part of the track, and I attempted a jump...5 times until I finally did it. Wow, what an amazing feeling to jump a hurdle. So freeing!

Today during my swim my goggles got super foggy after about 800meters. I was doing an 1800 meter interval and did not want to stop to defog them. At some point during the interval I felt someone touching my leg; I was sharing a lane, so I did not think much about it and kept on. Eventually a woman literally grabbed my leg. Apparently she had tried very hard to get my attention that she wanted to jump in and circle swim, but I did not see her. Ha!

We are going to the circus tomorrow. Nothing like seeing people clapping while animals are basically tortured. Petru learned about the circus at school and so, we are going. I will keep a positive attitude for him and hope for more trapeze work and less animals.

Petru is starting tee-ball on Sunday. I am so excited. I am surely going to turn into one of those moms who screams her lungs out when her kids touches the ball...or whatever you do in t-ball, I guess I better learn.

I need to work tonight, as well as both Saturday and Sunday night, so that I could fit my workouts and everything else in. Not complaining, probably Chris will choose a movie, I'll work and get my feet rubbed. Not a bad deal, not at all!

Good luck to all the racers! Spring is upon us, finally!