Seventeen days off = AWESOME.
First three days back at work = FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN HIT BY A MACK TRUCK.
(Now, some of this is my fault. I could have done a lot more over break work-wise. I saved the massive stack of papers for the last 2 days, and didn't do much planning. Because Bug was sick, and I was sick, and our PJs were calling.)
But now, ladies and gentlemen? PAYING. FOR. IT.
Last week I had almost 10 hours of workouts? Do you know how proud I am of myself? Do you?
Of course, I wasn't working.
And Matt was home, too, so babysitting was a moot issue.
But still--ten! whole! hours! made me quite excited. And then I remembered that during Ironman training I was doing 18-20 hour weeks.
And then I remembered again why I have no desire to attempt another Ironman anytime soon.
But the 70.3s? Methinks I heart them. It is just far enough that I really have to work at it, but not too far that it takes over my life. Although, as I sit here, groggy eyed and dazed, with another stack of papers staring me in the face and I have to get up at 5 again to get my swim in and then another workout after school because I have a 7:10 Model UN Meeting Friday morning and an IEP meeting during my planning period I go WHEEEEEEEEEEEEW.
So right now, this week's calling for 8:20, and I'm really hoping to get that in. Perhaps I should go to bed now. But I might need another snack...see, all this workin' out makes me quite hungry. Good thing I have Honey Nut Cheerios around to save the day.
Oh, and FANTABULOUS news! The Buckeye Trail Half Marathon that I got shut out of contacted me--I'm IN there like swimwear! Yahoooooooooyippee!! So next Sunday will be my first race of 2009--and my first trail race ever! It's super cold and icy up here, so I'd better go get some yaktraks or something if I have any hope of getting through it!
Okay, off to bed, and then the pool bright and early. Man, it's hard to hit the pool when it's 17 degrees and pitch black outside. I sure hope my cozy bed doesn't win...