Ever have one of those days that you feel very under appreciated?
That no one gets the hard work you do?
There are days like today, I went way beyond what a normal person would do in a day.
I have the blisters on my hands and my feet, from a hard days work, after two hard workouts.
I have vowed to do everything possible to stay on track with the care of the house, inside and out.
I have vowed to train well for this 1/2 ironman.
All I want is acknowledgement. Not a "looks nice". How long did it take you?
How about a......Wow that looks fantastic, and you did all the yard work too? That must of been brutal after your workouts. You know how much I appreciate you doing all this stuff? Especially when your working so hard towards your own personal goals. Thank you.
I think my 14 year old was more impressed with me than my husband. He marveled at the deck. Said it looks brand new. He asked what else I did. I told him and he said "Good job, Mom!" That's a lot for one day. You deserve to sit on the couch and do nothing. Why thank you Jeffrey.
I take pride in the fact that most women I know don't do half of what I do. I see all the husbands outside getting stuff done when they can fit it in. I'm able to give that free time luxury to my husband. It's only fair since I'm the one home all day.
But I'm certainly not sitting at home eating Bon bons all day. I'm working my ass off making this house one of the nicest ones on the block. Inside and out.
I take my household manger duties seriously. Like a job. Since I don't get paid for said job. Words of excitement, astonishment, awe, and sheer impressiveness are required. Especially during my 18 weeks of ironman training.
I've spoiled the man. This is normal for him. He knows I'll take care of it all. The same can be said for my kids. I'll take care of it all.
Soon we leave for vacation. I've been talking about how important it is for me to get my workouts in. I will not fall behind. It is very important to me. I ask questions on where to swim where to bike. It's not the most triathlete friendly place, I guess. I still don't know where this will all take place, but I do know I will be placing myself first. I will figure it out, get it done and take care of it all.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Crossing It Off
It's one of those days. The kind you would like to redo.
I woke up thinking.....I just can't. Not today. Please, I just want the mental and physical break. Not today.
Then I looked at the clock. What time would I have to leave to have enough time to get to the gym, swim 1250m and then change get on the spin bike early before class to get the 25 miles in. That time was 7:30. It was 6:15am.
I was out the door at 7:30. Complaining, whining and swearing. Pulled into the gym parking lot still complaining, whining and swearing. Once inside I realized I forgot the water bottle in the car. Damn. I'll just buy an overpriced one after I swim.
Sitting at the edge of the lap pool I realize my swimsuit is on inside out. Not really noticeable but still. Really?? I jump in and crap, I left my Fitbit on my wrist. Under it went. Well I hope since it's shower proof it's also dunk proof.
Today's swim 300 warm up, 16x50 w. 10 sec rest. and then a 150 cool down. This seems like it is easy. But really it's the type of swim if you push yourself, your swimming with lactic acid during a good portion of it. I do see slight improvements in my speed. A sec or two here and there. Improvement is good, though I'm still considered a very slow triathlete swimmer.
After swimming I head to the locker room to change. Grab my shoes. Wait what? Why did I bring my running shoes? I'm biking not running. Seriously what is wrong with me today? Buy my expensive gym water and head to spin. I'm 20 minutes early to get in 5 miles before class starts. It's freezing and I'm wet and I'm still complaining, whining and swearing.
I hate the instructor for Wed's class. Ok, hate is a strong word. I dislike her personality and the way she teaches class. But I need to get the miles in. So I go. Best news of the day. Next wed is her last class. YES! Please give us back a better one.
You know when they say that once you start exercising you will feel better and be glad you did? Doesn't always happen. Today was a prime example. Other than being able to cross off my workouts on my training plan, nothing else felt very good about it.
It's my recovery week. I find that by the time you get to a recovery week you're toast. Mental and physical capabilities are harder this week than others. Your body screaming to slow down. Take some time off. I fight through it just like I fight though my daily anxiety. Not gonna lie today was tough.
Recovery week and I've done 6 workouts in 3 days. It should now get a bit easier for the rest of the week. A long run, long ride and a short run for the next three days.
I've already run a bunch of errands for the day and there are no activities to attend or be a part of today so I'm done. Phoning it in the rest of the day. If you need me I'll be on the couch eating.
I woke up thinking.....I just can't. Not today. Please, I just want the mental and physical break. Not today.
Then I looked at the clock. What time would I have to leave to have enough time to get to the gym, swim 1250m and then change get on the spin bike early before class to get the 25 miles in. That time was 7:30. It was 6:15am.
I was out the door at 7:30. Complaining, whining and swearing. Pulled into the gym parking lot still complaining, whining and swearing. Once inside I realized I forgot the water bottle in the car. Damn. I'll just buy an overpriced one after I swim.
Sitting at the edge of the lap pool I realize my swimsuit is on inside out. Not really noticeable but still. Really?? I jump in and crap, I left my Fitbit on my wrist. Under it went. Well I hope since it's shower proof it's also dunk proof.
Today's swim 300 warm up, 16x50 w. 10 sec rest. and then a 150 cool down. This seems like it is easy. But really it's the type of swim if you push yourself, your swimming with lactic acid during a good portion of it. I do see slight improvements in my speed. A sec or two here and there. Improvement is good, though I'm still considered a very slow triathlete swimmer.
After swimming I head to the locker room to change. Grab my shoes. Wait what? Why did I bring my running shoes? I'm biking not running. Seriously what is wrong with me today? Buy my expensive gym water and head to spin. I'm 20 minutes early to get in 5 miles before class starts. It's freezing and I'm wet and I'm still complaining, whining and swearing.
I hate the instructor for Wed's class. Ok, hate is a strong word. I dislike her personality and the way she teaches class. But I need to get the miles in. So I go. Best news of the day. Next wed is her last class. YES! Please give us back a better one.
You know when they say that once you start exercising you will feel better and be glad you did? Doesn't always happen. Today was a prime example. Other than being able to cross off my workouts on my training plan, nothing else felt very good about it.
It's my recovery week. I find that by the time you get to a recovery week you're toast. Mental and physical capabilities are harder this week than others. Your body screaming to slow down. Take some time off. I fight through it just like I fight though my daily anxiety. Not gonna lie today was tough.
Recovery week and I've done 6 workouts in 3 days. It should now get a bit easier for the rest of the week. A long run, long ride and a short run for the next three days.
I've already run a bunch of errands for the day and there are no activities to attend or be a part of today so I'm done. Phoning it in the rest of the day. If you need me I'll be on the couch eating.
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