Traveling took more out of me than anticipated. It was the ping-ponging myself across 3 or more time zones 6x in the span of a month (home to Vegas to home to Alaska to home to San Francisco to home, yes, home being Delaware now) and by the time I finished, my body was just confused and tired. I didn't feel like training much for the rest of that week (I came home 4th of July...on which day my brother proposed to his girlfriend, pictured below, far right. WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!!!).
I missed 3hrs I had intended to train, but still logged in about 14.5, which is still my biggest week this year. But I'm not freaking out about it, because I'm trying to find a good balance. I'm trying to find that "sweet spot" on how much training I want to do/am able to do, and also that "sweet spot" of where I want to be fitness-wise. I can't shake the desire to want to be fast again, but I'm balancing that against how much work I'm willing (and able) to put into that, and how much I'm willing to sacrifice for that.
I want to get to the point where I'm happy with where I am, regarding fitness, speed, and not feeling like a fatty. I'm enjoying working, and I also have to balance not training so much that it compromises my performance at work. (If I'm too tired I have less tolerance for the "difficult patients.") And I also don't want to miss out on fun events with other people. My days of being a completely antisocial professional triathlete are gone. I had many years of saying "no, I can't go to (insert fun event), I have to train in the morning/afternoon/all day." This includes my earlier years as an age group triathlete in college!
That was a long ramble. I don't even know how many hours other age groupers with real jobs train each week. But that's the update for now. I can tell I'm getting fitter, although biking up hills is still hard (I can't tell if it's because my legs were tired from the hard run the day before, or if I'm just a fat ass) and biking down hills is still scary. For the most part I'm feeling pretty happy and healthy, if not slow.
Oh yeah. And I can't mention Magic Mike without a photo, can I? My favorite dance was the "It's Raining Men" one with trenchcoats and umbrellas. I had the giggles. Here ya go. You're welcome.