Tag Archives: training
One good one.
It was a Pbttttth week. First my knee felt weird. I poked at it suspiciously. I bailed on the track workout I had planned and did something easier instead. Then Tuesday I didn’t get any sleep. None. It was a … Continue reading
Made possible by napping
This post is brought to you by the power of naps. And kittens. And beer. Napping with kitties, then drinking beer.
A Fun Upgrade: Training With Friends.
It would have been Type 2 Fun alone. Because I was with a friend it was more like 1.5 Fun. With a friend it’s more of an adventure when things don’t go as planned. I often train alone. I like the … Continue reading
F*n Training
I can’t muster the energy for a thoughtful post. Or even a funny post. God, I’d love to be funny right now. It was my first 15 hour training week this season. That’s including all the itty bitty bike commutes. It’s … Continue reading
Three reasons I feel like an athlete.
I’ve been second guessing myself. Who doesn’t? Ever since I did that crazy thing, paying an outlandish sum to do something even more outlandish. I’ve been wondering. How did I end up here? Do I belong here? This iron distance … Continue reading
My Eating Habits and Slow Cooker Tacos
When I was a young girl some parent at my school asked me what I ate for breakfast. He was curious because my dad was the incredibly fit cross-country running and track coach. I was a successful competitive swimmer. He … Continue reading
The Buddy System
I needed guilt, and obligation, and shame, and poking, and pushing, and commitment. Sometimes that’s what it takes. It takes a village… for me to get a workout. No really, I’m not a superwoman exercise queen. Living well is … Continue reading
Crawling Back On
Three weeks ago I confessed to being off the exercise wagon. Sometimes I’ve actively been chasing it down. Sometimes I just feel like I’m being dragged by my tether. It’s been inconsistent and I’m still looking for the hooks that … Continue reading
Booted off the Wagon
I didn’t fall off. It wasn’t an accident. I was pushed. I was on a roll with my lifting routine. For a good while I had settled into a sufficient training schedule. Then commitments other than triathlon racing started throwing … Continue reading