I had the highest of hopes for today. Trimom (my wife and mother of my children) was at Girls’ Night Out last night, so I took the opportunity to go to bed early, planning a monster workout for today. The plan went something like this. Get up at 5 a.m., ride to the YMCA (about 2.5 miles), swim 1200 meters, then bike to work (about 9 miles).
I laid out my bike gear, packed a backpack with clothes for work, left a note for Trimom to set the alarm and hit the sack. So far, so good.
I got up as soon as the alarm went off, wandered blearily around the bathroom for a few minutes, and then went downstairs to get ready to go.
Except that, um, I apparently forgot to tell the weather what I was planning on doing. And in true Wisconsin spring fashion, it (the weather) did not want to cooperate. It was FORTY-FIVE degrees.
So, I wasn’t biking anywhere. I morosely put away my helmet and shoes, and headed for the car to collect my consolation prize – a good strong swim. I even got a little cocky; I was going to try to swim my laps at 1:20 or better. I was feeling bummed about the ride, but stoked for the swim.
Except that didn’t work out quite that way either.
I got to the Y no problem, changed, showered, there was even a lane open the minute I walked into the pool. But for some reason, I just had a mediocre swim. Sometimes, I get into a zone, I find a rhythm, and I almost forget the water’s there. Today, the water felt like concrete – heavy, resistant, slow. I managed to knock off 1000 meters – 100 short of my plan for the day, but I just didn’t have it, and I needed to get to work.
The good news for the day is that I weighed myself this morning, and I have held steady at 305 throughout my training. I was worried that all the eating I was doing to fuel my workouts would creep up on me, but apparently I am burning what I’m eating. So I got that going for me.
I’m hoping to bike and run tomorrow, but someone told me the weather is supposed to be lousy all week.