I gave myself permission to take the week off when I got back from my trip, and I did little more than lay in bed for 7 days in a row (crying my eyes out and feeling very, very sorry for myself) with 2 small side jaunts to work. Honestly, I wanted to quit the team. My energy was so low that the thought of expending ANY of it to train was beyond my comprehension. I really, really didn't know what to do and really, really could not see beyond my covers and the future I lost.
Oh and I turned 39 (!) shit
Anyways...
I secretly knew that training makes me feel better and it's always good to have goals in life, even if they are a pipe dream at the moment (aka doing an Ironman in FOUR MONTHS*). So the following week I got back on it and hit it full force. Then I got sick.
...tha hell?!?
So now I am taking yet another week off while I heal - and I think that is a grand total of almost 4 weeks so I am pretty sure Ironman Louisville will destroy me.
Here are some pictures of my trip while I was still hopeful and (mildly) fulfilled.
Bridge in Budapest
Prague Tourist Trap
At the Prague Castle
On a bridge in Prague*Ironmo I need help.
1 comments:
And yet you remain one of the coolest whatever it is you are that I know! I'll be 39 in 5 months (egads!) and you being kickass is an inspiration to me to keep going.
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