This week was a huge struggle, after a disappointing half marathon finish on Sunday (disappointing in my head, it was still 20 minutes faster than the previous one) I struggled for three days to be able to do anything. Really struggled. The run on Sunday was on trails, and, while some people seem to love the trails I find them very difficult on my legs. My quads were sore the next day, so sore I wasn`t able to even do yoga. Yup, you heard correctly, couldn`t even do yoga. Tried in the morning and evening and it was horrible.
Tuesday I was still sulky, went to the gym (trainer on Tuesday and Thursdays before work) and then was feeling off by the afternoon so went to my clinic talk but didn`t do the hills. Didn`t swim Wednesday morning, didn`t run Wednesday night. By Thursday it was only my 3rd workout for the week (not counting commuting on my bike, I don`t count that anymore). Gym was good, my trainer pushed me, I thought about sulking but it doesn`t work on him so just did whatever he told me to do, started feeling a little better. By the time I finished my run tonight, fantastic! This is my garmin after just my hill repeats. Such a great time for me, considering I was doing hill repeats! I managed to do 5 and then the stomach said ``feed me before I barf all over the sidewalk please and thank you`` so off home I went. Its also a PB for me!
So, Friday is tomorrow, I do plan on pool in the morning, run right after work (slow slow run), long bike on Saturday, then the dreaded 32km on Sunday. I`m terrified but I know that my dad will be looking out for me that day. Its the three year anniversary of his passing. It still hurts thinking that he`s gone when I still feel like I need his guidance. I have a lot of friends that I can talk to when I need guidance or help but there`s just something about sharing your successes, failures, feelings, fears, wins, etc with your father that I so dearly miss.
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