Tuesday - bike trainer for ~20 miles, I hope, I guess, it better be. I was in one of my easiest freakin gears and had to WORK at it. Stoopid new trainer. Maybe I locked it down too tightly, I'm sure that's it. I'm going to loosen it up next time. Lift and abs, my fav. BARF.
Wednesday - swim and run. Um, that water felt like sand and I could hardly hold my 'regular' interval WITH FINS ON. Good gawd, seriously, swimming in sand. NEXT! It's cold here so I changed and got on the suckmill for a short three miler. I AM a total jackass and have no clue how to work that POS. At least, I have no clue how to change the display. I'm working harderish, plodding along, and the distance was just wrong based on my pace and time. I'm looking at the thing, looking at my pace, doing the math and thinking, this is NOT right. I just stopped at some point in time and when I shut the daYum thing down, it tells me I went .25 miles LONGER THAN I NEEDED. OK, maybe not a huge deal but I haven't worked out like this in ages and it's killing me. I am ONLY doing what is necessary and not an ounce more for crying out loud.
Thursday - bike and run...for the love of Pete...nothing like going from NO workouts a day to two a days. Ah, this is livin kids.
BESIDES all of that, here's some fun low lights that you might enjoy...
Doc says that I have post-pneumonia viral bronchitis inflicted by my asthma. NICEEEE. Just what everyone around me wants to hear, a lung being passed during one of my hacking fits. I am NOT saying this is why I suck right now but it certainly does not help me.
Poor guy has food all over his nose because we have to fee him by hand - his cone/lampshade is HUGE and he can't get to his bowl.
Oh, and my Dad stopped in (the nicest man in America) to see our poor boy and I told him how hard my workouts were. He just said - it's because you're out of shape, duh.