I had made plans with Meredith to swim on Saturday morning, though my stomach decided to intervene so I could bail out and get a few more hours of sleep.
Annie had contacted me about swimming on Saturday afternoon long after I had made those plans with Meredith, but the timing wasn't good so I let her know that if she bailed and went Sunday instead I'd be open. We ended up playing phone tag all weekend.
Meredith and I had a long conversation Friday night about training cycles and overtraining, and I'm wondering if I had such a rough week last week because I'm looking at my workouts day-to-week instead of week-to-month (I don't think I'll ever need to worry about month-to-year, I'm seven lifetimes from an ultramarathon). I have rest days built into my schedule, but I don't have rest weeks. It may sound stupid, and then you have the kind of week like I had last week and you think "yeah that makes sense".
I slept about 10 hours on Saturday and 17 hours on Sunday, so clearly my body is a little sleep deprived. I'm really starting to think I just can't hang anymore, which is sad. I can barely drink anymore, it's a good thing that Bar Golf was cancelled indefinately.
Enough blogging, back to Calculus. Integration by parts couldn't possibly make my boy parts any more limp.
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I'm feeling the same. My body is not happy with me.
If only I'd brought back Maddie Street Dairy milshakes. Your body would be happy THEN. Love you! ~J
Oh, but the Italian Bread from Camerons has been the death of me. Half a loaf in less than 24 hours, that bread doesn't stand a chance against me and my jar of peanutbutter.
It occurs to me after reading this again that perhaps Meredith and I should become swimming partners since you keep ditching the two of us.
ah yes...recovery weeks. the joy and bane of athletes everywhere. and i think annie is right - you keep bailing and i am going to have to start tapping other resources:)
Holler, girl. I'll swim with ya! I could use the challenge.
Umm...could you two just go makeout or something? My blog is not match.com
I've been feeling like shit ever since I turned the big three O. I'm definitely a 90's leftover. I've woken up on the front lawn one too many times!
Time flies when you're burnin'out.
G-spOt
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