Just an Average SKIRT

And I thought blogging made me feel schizophrenic. Peak is becoming a close second for sure. One day I feel unstoppable and the next unstartable.

Tuesday we hit the res for the open water swim, ‘one gear girl’ was never so apparent. I really wish I was driving a manual so I could have shifted up and created even just a little wake. Instead it felt more like an active dead man’s float.

Yesterday headed out for my brick 30 to 6. POC right? Totally. Felt great on the bike. Fired up, if you will.

Came home to transition to the run and headed out on the run. Blah, yuck, ick…. Heart rate was through the roof and my speed was anything but. Frankly, my body feels really good, no red flags, no concerns - all of which I’m elated about but I just feel heavy, crappy and sluggish. You know what really helps? Running in Boulder and being repetitively passed (lapped) by incredibly sleek, smooth and freakin’ fast people. I kept thinking about how much my humble pie was making me want to puke. Actually, now that I think of it, I did throw up on my return trip. Gatorade/cliff blok regurg’ nastiness - yummas.

Despite this pathetic performance, I finished and felt quite indifferent. Nothing negative just indifferent. Afterwards I felt the exhaustion of running closer to 20 miles.

Today is a new day and I’m realizing over and over and over again, I cannot get enough sleep. I’m putting down 8 to 10 hours a night solid, I sleep like the dead. It takes me 2 seconds to get to sleep and about 2 hours to get up.

On the docket today - 9 mile run, a few clients then stroke and stride. Looking forward to the thrash!

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