My legs are a little sore and tight from racing this weekend. Not to the point where I am moaning and groaning and walking down stairs backwards or anything. In fact, not even to the point where I would think twice about it, if I didn't want them to be perfectly nice and fresh for the half ironman.
My fellow HIM racers and I had our final open water swim planned for Monday night. When I pulled up at the lake with my wetsuit, the water was super choppy and scary looking. I generally run an approximately 47% risk of accidentally becoming lost at sea even on the calmest day, so I vetoed the water immediately. Jackie and Lily were super troopers and still did some sighting practice while swimming in the super shallow part.
Our other training buddy Elysia and I used that time to get some extra bike miles in. We ended up cycling 23.5 miles and running 2 miles. Now today I'm taking completely off and wearing compression like it's my job.
Of course my real job is teaching, and in honor of teacher appreciation week, here's a little glimpse into a teacher's life.
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This week I can finally attend to the most important part of race preparation. Yes, I will be baking an amazing dessert for after the race, but believe it or not, something even more important exists: sleep.
Eric was out of town for a graduation this past weekend. Naturally, I couldn't mention that on the blog. I am positive I have at least 12 stalkers, and that would clearly be their long awaited opportunity to swoop in and steal me.
|Don't we all?|
Now that he's back, I can return to sleeping through the night (except for getting up for a minimum of 3 pee breaks). When he's gone, I wake up more like 400 times throughout the night, and every time I'm more positive than the last that the sound I just heard is a killer burglar coming to destroy me. We live in an apartment building on a busy street with thin walls, so there's no shortage of noises.