It’s been a rough week, folks. Not all of which I care to go into detail online (nor do you probably want me), but let’s just say that PMS + sick grandpa + travelling 3 out of the last 4 weekends + some other crap = one emotional Tina.
I am, however, quite pleased that I didn’t resort to eating food for comfort. (I cooked some, I just didn’t eat). The old me, the one that existed almost 70lbs ago (and for that matter, even just 25lbs ago) might have eaten enough to allow her to compete with the contestants in the Philly Wing Bowl. But me now? Nope. Not this girl. Instead, I shared my thoughts with someone, did a little writing that I shared at writer’s group, continued my triathalon training plan and just dealt with life. In other words, I made sure to wear my big girl pants and just be okay with the fact that things aren’t always okay.
On the other hand, a drink is something I could go for… just kidding. Kinda. Have I told you that my grandmother makes a mean black Russian (kahlua and vodka, over ice)?
I found my training swims to be essential to my peace of mind. It’s amazing how even when there are dozens of people in the pool, all you hear as you swim laps is the whoosh of the water as you paddle through it. And last night I returned to running after 2 weeks of dealing with achilles tendinitis. It also felt good. And sleep. Sleep is essential. Got 9 hours last night with a plan for another 9 hours tonight. It may seem like a lot, but I’m catching up from Monday, when Evan and I went to see the New Pornographers and the Dodos at the Trocodero in Philly.
Introducing the Dodos:
And New Pornographers:
That’s Neko Case with the absolutely amazing voice (and flowy red hair).
So where does that leave me? In catch-up mode. I didn’t pay close attention to my tri training this week, so I missed some amped up workouts. I’m revising my plan for the next few weeks.
I had my open swim last Thursday night at Lake Wenonah in South Jerz. I guess the lake is a man made one that’s possibly lined with cedar sawdust–at least I think that’s what I heard someone say. Regardless, the water was incredibly clean from an algea/pond scum perspective, but the water was the color of iced coffee. Kinda freaky. We all came out looking like we misapplied self-tanner and it required multiple hair washings (especially since my swim cap popped off mid-swim) to remove. In all, I did fine. I swam 0.4 miles in 21 minutes, largely fueled by the anxiety of not knowing what is in that water and not wanting to run into other swimmers. I was kicked once and someone accidentally grabbed my ass mid swim-stroke (and apologized, saying she preferred not to sexually harass other athletes–she called me an athlete! She can touch my butt any day!) and then it was over. Here’s to hoping that the real race goes as well.
At this point, I’m working on envisioning my race and reading these two books to get some tips:
I’m also trying to build a trial tri in my training plan as a confidence builder. I’m thinking that on July 4th weekend, I’ll swim my 750 yards, bike my 17 miles and run my 5k to practice my transitions and see what my time is, but mainly to know that I can do this, in an attempt to cut off any race day jitters.
Also on my triathalon training task list:
- renting a race bike (for the event and for a few days before the event to get the feel of it)
- buying any last minute supplies
- packing my bag of things I need (Gatorade, banana, towel, sunglasses, etc.)
- trying not to freak out about the fact that this week is 90-100 degrees all week. I worry that it will be hotter in July. I do not do well in the heat. However, in my “envisioning my race” practice, I’m remembering that it is early in the morning so it won’t be too hot, I think it’s mostly in a shady area and by continuing my outdoor practices, I will become more accustomed to the heat.
Any other thoughts on what I should do to prepare these last few weeks?