Clearly, Mari's DJ career is never really going to take off.
In other news, I just realized Vineman is two months away. Even more unsettling: I'm in the third-to-last wave, which means that if I don't get my act together, the course could close while my slow ass is still out there
So I've been hitting it hard this week -- bricked today, yesterday and the day before. (In fact, on Wednesday I did what resembled a reverse tri with very, very long transitions: Run in the morning before work, bike at lunch, swim after work. As you can imagine, I passed out sideways on the bed before 9 p.m. that night.)
I haven't been following a training plan at all over the past few months -- I've just kind of been winging it. At first, that seemed OK, but my Type A personality is getting the best of me, and I may actually have to start scheduling workouts. Right now, I'm aiming for something that involves swimming, biking and running three times a week each (and obviously, there will be bricks), with some Pilates, hot yoga and cross-training thrown in.
I also need to rein in my diet. No more grilled cheese orgies. No more growlers of Damnation. No more burritos four times a week.
And I need to sleep more.
Ack. Sometimes I seriously think I'm crazy for signing up for this thing.