In contrast, so far I've covered a whopping zero miles this week. This is a weird week, because I am supposed to be tapering for GORUCK on Saturday, but still training for the triathlon, which is my main goal. This is what happens when you get click happy with race entries. It's not the first time I've run into this problem.
Yesterday was an impromptu its 90 degrees and our home air conditioning is broken and I have no AC at work rest day. When I got home from work the AC was back on (oh, the wonders of apartment dwelling - what would have been a major problem for a home owner, I fixed with a 10 second click of a button) but at that point I was really committed to the rest. In the time I saved, I did complete and submit a grad assignment, clean the house, and fold and put away two loads of laundry. So not a total loss.
I have a bike ride on the agenda for tonight, but since I don't actually have any training to share, here's 3 random facts about me.
1. I can't bruise
Something is wrong with my skin and I can nail myself on the coffee table as hard as anyone else, but never get the battle wound to brag about. It's also annoying because the affected area will feel like a bruise, but never have the discoloration to warn me or other people not to touch it. The one upside to the worst day of my life, the time I played paintball, was that I had giant bruises for months.
I actually had to take screenshots of these pictures from the original blog post. I couldn't find them on my computer so I'm assuming I deleted them when I tried to delete the entire experience from my memory.
Most embarassing firstworldpains moment of my life - trying to tell someone about how horrible paint ball was for me. Then realizing the person I was telling was a Vietnam Vet.
2. You know how most people have a ton of white socks in a drawer and just grab two as needed? I have to be wearing the two that were originally partners in the package. Usually for some reason a package will have three pairs with some sort of tiny color difference on the toe or something, and I can't handle it if I don't wear the ones with the same color. Quite the opposite of the amount of care I take with the outfit I'm going to wear that people will actually see. Sunday I wore just about every color of the rainbow to Titanic because getting in a bike ride was more important than trying to look presentable.
If you want a picture example of this, just click on any post I've ever published, ever.
3. While it's splashed all over this blog, I hesitate to admit to triathletes that I'm training for a Half Ironman or even flat out lie. You know how runners have all sorts of levels, from beginner to pro? Triathlons, not really as much. At least the ones who are serious enough to join a club. Everyone is a super hardcore athlete, and I feel like if they see how slow and inexperienced I am they'll just secretly (or outright) laugh at me. This isn't a "woe is me everyone comment that I AM a real triathlete and shouldn't be ashamed" - please don't do that. It's just a fact. After the fact, don't worry, it'll be the only thing my Facebook statuses are about for like a month.
What's your random fact of the day?