but I hate it and will never look forward to it again. Maybe a little extreme because I know my body needed the rest, but this week has fricking sucked, big time. Not only have I been sick with the worst head cold in my recent memory, but I can't really work out a) because I'm supposed to be tapering (and doing those joyfully (note the sarcasm) light workouts) and b) because my head has been so stuffed up that I am completely dizzy and feel like I might pass out at any moment. Not a good combination. Working out is my time to blow off some steam and clear my head, but no can do this week and its been the craziest work week in quite a while. Crazy work week + can't burn off steam = basket case Jaime. I couldn't even go to pilates or yoga this week because I was too sick to go to work on Tuesday (pilates day) and had to go up to Fort Meade for work this afternoon (yoga day) so none of that glorious calming, stretching joyfulness that I have come to look forward to. Oh, and when you taper, you don't burn nearly as many calories or get any endorphin highs so you want to eat more to feel that same energy rush, but you can't take in any extra calories because you don't want to put on any extra weight right before the race. Dilemma. It's horrible.
What started this whole little (or not so little) rant? I came home from said Fort Meade meeting, not feeling too hot, but was going to at least get 30 minutes or so in on the trainer since I didn't trust my fuzzy brain to navigate rush hour traffic in DC. I had relatively few hiccups getting the bike set up on the trainer (which is good for me), but once I'm on the bike it continues to make this horrible squeaking sound anytime I go over 11 or 12 miles per hour. Clearly don't want to mess up my bike a few days out from the race so I get off the bike, call Jon and say I'm going to sack up and go outside and get a quick ride in. Not so fast. I look back out the window; it is now monsooning. Really life? You're really cutting me a lot of breaks this week. Thanks. Back on trainer I go deciding I'll hover around 12 miles per hour- to try and keep the horrific noise to a minimum- for 20 minutes just to get the muscles moving, which I did. I was supposed to get in 12.9 miles, but I rode 4.1 You can't win 'em all I suppose and I'll just have to jot this day/week down as a loss. You hear that week! You are a total LOSS. Sickness + tapering is really bad news, for future reference. Maybe I'll handle this better next time around.
PS - It has now stopped raining.
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