Last night Sherpa dragged me out to Aquatica to "celebrate" my accomplishments this year. It was very nice. I missed a few pals but overall had a great time. Any time I can mix a pseudo-workout in with socializing, I'm a happy camper. Although I didn't get in my hill ride because I got attacked by the Drama Llama on Saturday night. No, not me - some good friends got in a fight, though, and I was there to try to make sure they didn't kick each others' asses. One of them is still upset with me for "taking sides". (Which I wasn't.) But you can't please all of the people all of the time.
So, today wasn't supposed to be my REST DAY. I was supposed to SPIN.
But, by the time my (attempt at an) eye exam was done, it was past 7. I went in at 5:40 to a new place and couldn't find them. When I called to let them know I was coming, the receptionist didn't let them know I had called. I sat there till after 6 and then was told I'd have to reschedule because I was late.
By the time I got the puppy out (he stepped in poo, then on moi - how loverly) and got Sherpa on his way to work (he stayed the night in case I needed a driver for the eye-dilation that never happened), it was almost 8 and I had to eat because my meds made my tummy upset. So here I sit. Typing.
BAH! BAH HUMBUG!
I know recovery for endurance sports varies widely from person to person, but I've been putting in bricks and 2-hour workouts most days now for almost 2 weeks with 1 rest day sprinkled in every 2-4 days, and I feel like that should be a perfect reverse taper. So why do I feel so G'D lazy?!?!?!?! I keep seeing all these workouts that my cohorts from FL HIM are doing . . . already back to 3km swims, running like maniacs and hammering at close to 25mph on the bike. I am mindboggled.
But then again . . . . you're talking to someone who, just a year ago, thought a 750yd swim was a pretty good size - so go figure . . .