Week 5

Why is it that I feel guilty? Why is it that I have 256 days until my race and I feel like I am slacking? Why is that when I realize that 256 days is ONLY 36 weeks, I get scared that I am not doing enough? Oh guilt and anxiety. How I missed thee!

Monday
Was tired. Rested.

Tuesday
Got up early and did some spinning at home. Then did some core. Boring and boring.

Wednesday
Woke up super early and swam at my ghetto pool. I will never, ever get over those guys who come into the fast lane and act like they are Michael Phelps, swimming all up over my shit, passing me a mere 5 feet from the wall and flip turning inches from my face. And then getting out of the water 20-30 minutes later after 1800 rest minutes. You know what? BACK OFF. I am swimming over an hour. With 10 second rests. WHAT IS YOUR DEAL!?!? (rant over)

Thursday
Worked late so didn't do any working out today. Plus, I have been having this weird foot and leg issue. I only spun and swam and my whole left leg feels like it is going to fall off. I call it Disney Land Leg. You know how when you do a ton of walking and then when you get into bed at night your legs are just aching and no position is comfortable? That is Disney Land Leg. Then to top it all off, the ball of my left foot is killing me and I have no idea why. It makes me afraid to run. I had a massage this night and Jez (massage guy) tried to tell me that my foot probably hurts because it is overcompensating for my leg hurting and I had to be like, no. They both started the same day. I was like, ow my leg hurts...and so does my foot! Sigh. The massage was just, eh. We didn't have a good energy connection this time.

Friday
I was actually planning on running but I was woken up at 8:30am by my doorbell ringing. It was a security guard from PG&E asking if I had a black Honda? Yes. Well it's blocking the PG&E garage driveway and we can't get our trucks out. Wha? There I was half asleep and confused, staring at the empty space in front of my house where I had parked my car the night before. Many of you maybe thought I had drunk parked but sadly, no. I was very sober, parking my car into a mini spot at 7pm and I remember this because if someone had been in the car with me I would've high-fived them for my amazing paralell parking skillz.

Anywhoo, I ran down to PG&E, 3 blocks from my house, to see my sad little Civic blocking the driveway and several giant PG&E trucks idly waiting for me to move it. I also noticed that my roof mounted, locked, bike rack was gone. I got into the car to move it and it wouldn't start. My ignition was screwed up (and later I realized it wouldn't start because it was in neutral...oops!). A couple of PG&E guys helped my push my car out of the way. Then I waited all day for others: the police, the tow-truck guy and then had to go to work.

You know, I specifically do not keep anything in my car for this reason as this will be time #5 that my car was broken into in 4 years. So...did they break into it and see there wasn't anything there and then were like, well let's take this bike rack? But first let's drive it 3 blocks and park it illegally. I have this image of two junkies meticulously un-installing the rack (they did a great job! NO scratches on the roof!) and then each carrying an end as they "escaped" down the street. Sigh.

Saturday and Sunday
I worked both days so no working out. Just massive guilt feelings.

Swim - 1 hour
Bike - 1 hour
Run - 0
Core - 45 minutes
Total Workout Hours - 2 hours and 45 minutes