I haven't been really taking care of myself very well. I guess that's what happens when Teh Bug is out of town, and the kids leave as well. I'm sure part of it is from being wiped out after my HIM simulation from the weekend, but reality is... There should be no excuses.
With my current job consuming 10.5 hours of my day, and my old job consuming another 10 hours or so a week, I have been scrambling constantly this week. Getting in a workout isn't a problem as long as you don't really care what time you get started. Thus, the 9:30 PM run time, and 8:30 PM swim time.
Last night was a lot more orderly, but just as hectic. I left work around 4:30 PM and went straight home. The thunderstorms had passed through, temperatures had dropped, and the wind had picked up considerably. I thought about riding outside, but I just couldn't bring myself to leave the dogs penned up for another hour, after being penned up all day.
I put Aerowyn on the trainer and searched my little book of goodies for a workout that would meet my needs for the day. I settled on a force workout that looked doable. It basically involved 3 minutes at 65-70 RPMS in Zones 2-3 with 1 minute easy, repeat 12 times.
(Note to self: next time, pick a speed workout, high cadence, low intensity)
The warm up went fine. 5 minutes of 90+ rpm, then 5 minutes of alternating high and low cadence, then 5 minutes at 95+ rpms. The first interval, however, proved that my thighs were really sore. I had thought.... Bah! Getting up into Zone 3 should be easy for somebody used to 2x12 minutes in Zone 4. Of course, reality *@$%! slapped me. I barely got my heart up above 2.3, and instead of doing 12 intervals, I did 6.
After the cool down, I downloaded the numbers in to the computer. I am not happy with the digits, but this is the reality that life has brought me. I may not EVER reach my optimal capabilities, but I have never been injured either.
and there's always tomorrow.