So, I raced and I raced and then I got sick and then I stayed sick and then it turned into a sinus infection and then Maggie (my sister) visited and — shocking — I didn’t get better while she was visiting and then I fucked myself up hard in our heat wave and spent five days lying on the floor moaning.
So, those are all my excuses already set for Vineman next weekend.
I’m actually not totally stressed — mildly stressed but not totally. If anyone knows if I should worry about wetsuit-legalness, let me know. That would eliminate one concern.
Other than that, I’ve just been tired. Tired. [FYI — that is not a statement of depression, nor is it an invitation to ask me what is wrong. It is just a fact from training.] But, that’s not very interesting.
That tiredness totally culminated over the long weekend. I fell apart on a long, hot run — the kind where you’re lucky when you slipped you didn’t slip down the side of the mountain. Usually, when that kind of heat-induced shuffling happens it’s at the end of a hard weekend, but this time it was at the start. That made for an even longer weekend.
I got on my bike the next day and immediately had to reroute my ride past Baskin Robbins. Just make it to Baskin Robbin and then you can take a break:
Oh, and there was some other shit, and I almost started crying in our complex pool, and then I peed on myself on accident in the dark after watching fireworks July 4.
Today, it is 69 degrees in our condo. This is amazing. Things are looking up.