I've been so good about staying positive and motivated throughout this entire training cycle. As in: Training Peaks was my freaking bible and I was the prophet in spandex. Hallelujah, praise god, I get to do an all-day brick workout!
That changed this past week when burnout hit in a major way.
First, there was Tuesday's track workout from hell. My heart rate was skyrocketing, I couldn't catch my breath and I could barely maintain half marathon pace. And then I got hit by a soccer ball. (Seriously.) And then I rolled my ankle on -- wait for it -- a buckeye. (The symbolism here is not lost on me.) The workout was so miserable that my teammates actually hugged me afterward. And then I skipped the swim I was supposed to do that evening and sat in bed with an ice pack instead.
|The irony of Mr. Happy.|
And then Wednesday I left for the New York Wine Experience. And even though I had big plans to run and go to SoulCycle and maybe even try to find a pool, none of that happened. Our flight was delayed and we didn't arrive until 1 a.m. Thursday. And then this was the view from my room:
|All daylight, all the time.|
And I had zero downtime. Zero. It was non-stop, back-to-back-to-back appointments and events, and I basically had to choose between working out or sleeping. Since fatigue lowers your immune system and I'm terrified of contracting Ebola, I chose sleep. But even that was sub-par -- I probably averaged 3-5 hours each night.
So exactly how did I spend the past few days? Tasting wine under giant vaginal lights:
|It's like all these people were just birthed.|
Dining with master sommeliers until 1 a.m.:
Freaking out over this:
|Yes, that's a 1982.|
Catching up with old friends:
Hosting luncheons in hotel banquet rooms:
Hanging out at the Saveur test kitchen:
|When I grow up, I want appliances like this.|
Being a test kitchen guinea pig:
And then waking up before dawn this morning to fly back to Seattle:
I did manage to get some pool time in today, so I'm back at it, but my ankle is still angry. I could feel it in the water: Kick, kick, kick, ache, ache, ache.
I'm hoping I snap out of this funk within the next 24 hours because this is the e-mail I got from Coach Mark:
Massive volume. Of course my first reaction was: "That's what she said."