Once again, I sat around Sunday night, wondering what the heck happened to my weekend. Friday night we went out for our anniversary dinner, Saturday morning we had a nice sleep in, which I followed up with 10km run and a wee spin on my mountain bike, then it was off to grocery shop, take my tri bike in for a tune up and pick up last minute things for Sunday's race. The next thing I know it's 5:00 pm and we're just making our way back home. WTH. I didn't sleep well on Saturday night, probably because I was so nervous about Sunday. Paris to Ancaster is almost always a full day affair so we didn't get home until almost 5:00 pm. I had grand plans to cook dinner but I was so exhausted and hungry that all I wanted to do was eat and eat NOW. So before I got a major case of the hangries, we stopped at Tim Horton's for a bagel to tie us over until we ate dinner. When we got home, G called this in:
Yeah, I figured pizza and beer was the best way to celebrate my first off road race. I think I made it through half the beer before I almost fell asleep, ha ha.
Looking back on my week, it's no wonder I was exhausted. I didn't actually have a day off in terms of workouts. This was my action packed week.
Monday: Glorious 17km long run after work. Clearly it was very humid, ha ha.
Wednesday: 2300m swim in a.m. with an easy 60 minute spin on the bike in the p.m.
Thursday: 60 minute strength & physio work in a.m. 6.5km run in the p.m.
Friday: Gut busting 2300m swim. I was still sweating when I got into the car.
Saturday: 10km run followed by 8km on my mountain bike. Of course I had to test out my anniversary gifts.
|You know you have a supportive spouse when these are your anniversary gifts!!|
No wonder I went to bed at 8:30 last night!
How was your weekend? Did you race? Would you ever try an off road bike race?