Week 17: M*therF**ker!

It couldn't be easy could it? This week started out with great intentions but took a nose dive very early on. Did figure out my lactate threshold tho. Wooooo...

Monday - Rest Day
Visited the absolutely fabulous Dr. Rabbetz at Chiromedical. I have decided to put raving reviews about him (even tho I have the normal patient-doctor gripes now and again) because apparently if any one searches on Google for a review on him my blog comes up in the top 5. If you are thinking of going to him DO IT. He rocks.

Public Service Announcement over.

I am feeling great. Got a rub down from the awesome Jez, who used to be my masseuse until I became broke. He is now working at Chiromedical as the "warmer upper." I am in the final stages of my personal injury treatment and we are getting ready to kick some ass in mediation!

I also started some new supplements from my Sports Nutritionist and the weirdest thing has happened. For once in my life I do not have cravings for food. Usually I can't stop cramming it in but Monday was the start of no appetite and even forgetting to eat! Whoosh! Of course, it might also be depression. : sigh.

Tuesday - Spin
Decided to finally do the Ironteam spin group at Sports Basement. It just really sucks having to lug your trainer and your bike. Oy. Not to mention that repeated trainer use has worn my rear wheel down and I am waiting for it to blow any minute now. Tonight we did a "field test" to figure out what our lactate threshold is. LT is the moment when your body stops burning fat as a fuel and switches to glucose. Our bodies have almost a limitless supply of el Fatto but only a small amount of glucose. Therefore, you want to train your body to stay in the fat burning zone as long as possible. It was hard work AND I felt a cold coming on but I slogged through and got my zone. No more going over 160 heart beats per minute lady! Came home and became a giant snot machine. Was curious if it actually was a cold since my new fantabulous Sports Nutritionist said that the supplement they started me on might act as a detox and cause me "flu-like" symptoms. Hmmm.

Wednesday - SICK
But I had to come into work. Effers. Ran around crazy feeling in a daze and getting my work done. Came home and crashed.

Thursday - Double Sick!
Stayed home and watched several John Cusack movies and cried all the way through. Why can't John Cusack be my BF? Alcoholism and all...oh, did I just blow his anonymity? Shit. Then I watched some really bad TV and dozed intermittently on the couch.

Friday - Still Sick
Had to run into work briefly in the morning and came back home to rest. Oh yeah, I have an Olympic distance triathlon on Sunday. It's starting to look like it's not gonna happen for me. Utter sadness and am having a hard time dealing with the guilt feelings of not being able to train. I feel like it's derailing my whole entire season! (FYI-I still have 6 months to go)

Saturday - Sick-ish
On the upswing but still not great. Had an incredibly emotional day as well. See, my backyard is a cat magnate. I've already taken in one stray last year named Osk and he turned out to be the $1000 stray cat aka money pit kitty. I am sure several years of living outside has contributed to his issues. Since September, I have been feeding a sweet kitty named Gonzales. I really love him but can't let him in because I don't want to expose my indoor cat, Shai Kitty, to him (I know, it's like a cat soap opera). Suffice to say, Gonzales wants in and never leaves my deck and meows his head off all day and night. It got to the point where I had to be quiet in my house and make sure he didn't see me moving around or it would set him off. And it's rainy out! And cold! So I packed him in and took him to Animal Control. I found out that they will hold him for 5 days and then put him through medical and behavioral exams. If he passes he gets put up for adoption. I feel so bad. I really love him and he has put so much trust in me so it was equally heartbreaking when he was being taken away he looked in my direction and gave a sorrowful meow. GAH! I cried all afternoon and am praying that he passes those tests and gets a loving family.

Watched the Parrots on Telegraph hill and cried some more and realized there are so many places in this city that I don't get to experience. Who wants to do that shit alone, though.

Sunday - Yay! Feeling better!
Felt so guilty about not being able to participate in the triathlon and even guiltier that I couldn't drag myself to watch. Stayed home and was actually extremely productive for once as the TV remained off. I did my taxes, placed that hour+ call to Indian customer service to get my wireless router working again, and typed up some new material for my next Mortified performance. Then I got some lovely panic attacks. Someone special to me has been away for awhile and is coming home this week. I don't know where I stand with this person and have tried to shut that part of my brain down that plays out worst case scenarios. God kill me now! I also tried to quiet that part that knows that Gonzales has a cyst under his chin. They told me at Animal Control that he would not pass a med exam if he has Feline AIDS or Leukemia...sure that makes sense, but then they also said heart murmurs and I was shocked that something so low maintenance as a heart murmur would cause him to be exterminated. What if they find the cyst! I also tried to put out of my head that if it came to that I would adopt him back instead of, well you know...sigh. He trusted me! Poor kitty.

In the midst of all this I realized I didn't really eat the whole day. WHOA! That has NEVER happened to me. Decided to run out and get a burrito. Walked about 5 feet out my door and realized it was raining and was like, fuck it. Went back inside and waited for my body to go all catabolic.