I can't even think of much to write - I'm smack in the middle of the hardest week (week 3 of the 4 week cycle) of my training cycle (3 hard, 1 ezpz - crediting Katie Mac). It started with Ben giving me crap on Monday for working instead of swimming - I didn't have the heart to point out that my 3k swim was listed as optional. Ran hard, rode hard, swam, rode and will ride again (that was yesterday and today). I also tried eating an entire bag of Swedish Fish, I think there's protein there but I'm not sure. It didn't help my run with mile repeats.
I woke up 2x last night swearing that the alarm had gone off, it was dark - so I figured it was 4:55am, time to get up and go swim. I got up (I did this twice now) at 11:28pm and noted the time on my watch as a began walking downstairs. Dozing off again into a deep sleep, I woke up again to go swim, (repeat previous line) and noticed it was almost 3am, went back to bed. I did make it to the pool - somewhere around 5:45am.
Also reading a few new blogs because Ben and Christine and completely unreliable to write. Not sure why I read blogs so much, the life of the pro triathlete is not glamourous, exciting or anything I envy - I suspect that with the great volumes Ben spends driving our BMWs - that it's the other way around in some ways. I suspect that it's because triathletes are generally well educated, well written, Type A freaks and get more out of life than your average American Idol-watching-American.
In short, Courtenay and Greg's blogs are both well written, humorous and mention swim, bike or run in nearly every post. Courtenay talks a lot about pets. My cat peed on my freshly washed cycling kit- right before I was heading out for a ride. I thanked Greta for putting the cat box OUTSIDE. This morning I found that same cat locked in a guest bedroom where I'm sure she took a big fat messy poo. I didn't bother to look. Take that Courtenay for a pet post.
I'm selling 2 pair of wheels I got from Macca that I don't really need. Check em out.