What a day.
Let me preface it by saying that Chris has me sticking to a "strict training schedule" that I've been on for two and a half weeks now. I'm a little tired. It's not a difficult training schedule and I've had a lot of fun and look forward to my rides, but I'm still tired. As I sit on the couch I feel like my legs are numb lumps under my body and nothing else. Tuesdays are one of my two "hard" rides in the week and today is, well, tuesday.
Today I woke up all psyched up for a formal observation by my principal that I've been having nightmares about for weeks. I don't usually worry so much about observations but this one has had enough wrenches thrown in the usual routine that I've been stressed. I get to work and get an e-mail saying she has to reschedule for Thursday. Two more nights of nightmares. Hmmm...
After a busy day and feeling exhausted anyway, I realized that if I sat down for even a second, I would never get out for my "hard" ride. This one was going to be even harder than the past hard rides because it would have to be alone. Chris has rides scheduled with other people for every waking moment of each week so I needed to get out and do it myself and get used to doing that.
I got home from work and immediately threw on the bike clothes, grabbed the dog, and drove out to the dogpark bike loop. I got to the dogpark and realized I forgot my biking shoes. Back home and back to dogpark and I was finally riding.
Once I hit the open trail I realized that there was some crazy wind wipping against my face. I had originally hoped to do about two loops of the dogpark to meet my scheduled riding time but after 20 minutes of cranking into a very loud headwind (as well as dealing with some wicked female cramps), I turned around and bagged the ride.
To be totally honest, my plan was to lie to Chris... tell him I did my hour, wash the car, and nap until he got home well after dark.
Unfortunately, I am a good person and couldn't bring myself to lie about training that is supposed to benefit me, so I got home, threw the rode bike on the trainer and cranked out another hard 30 minutes. Yay for me -- now I'm sufficiently worn out; however...
I still had my mind set on washing the car, so before I let myself sit down, I quickly changed and headed out to wash the car.
Around 7:30, I was finally able to sit down for the first time since, well, probably noon.
Now I feel like mush.
I promised Chris some homemade burritos when he gets back from his ride, but instead I've ordered some Pizza and wings -- hope he's not too disappointed whenever he gets here. The thought of cooking and cleaning literally brought tears to my eyes. It just wasn't going to happen tonight. Sorry hubby.
Food better get here soon so I don't melt into a hungry pile of mush and Chris better get here sooner or else he'll find me sleeping face down in a delicious box of hot wings. Hmmm, sweet sweet sleeeeeeeeeep...