Slack Ass Week

It’s been a slack ass week. Slack. Ass. It started great on Monday with a 3000 yard swim, I felt fabulous even though I had to get up at 4:30 a.m. I should have known something was up. As I was walking my son to school, I was suddenly hit with stomach cramps so agonizing, I was doubled over on my neighbor’s driveway. I had to send my poor little guy the rest of the way on his own – me watching to make sure he got across the street okay, then making my way back to the house wandering which god I had offended and what animal I needed to sacrifice to make things right.

Then, I did something I haven’t done since I got this job a year and a half ago – I called in sick. I really thought that I probably wasn’t that sick I just needed some extra rest – so I imagined an hour or so nap and then lots of quiet time to study for the looming LSAT. I slept for six hours – non-stop. Then I woke up, ate a piece of toast and slept for a few more hours. It sucked. It continued to suck for three days – though I dragged my ass into work on Tuesday and Wednesday, I just sort of shuffled around, trying to do some work without falling over. No animals were sacrificed. And I survived. I even felt better eventually – fully human by Friday. But I got absolutely no training in all week. Zero. Suck.

I eased back into training on Saturday with a 1900 yard swim and a four and a half mile run. I felt like such a slacker – and I was amazed at myself that a forty-five minute swim and a four and a half mile run felt like slacking. I guess I have come a long way, even with my week of slothfulness. I was hoping to get in a 30 plus mile ride yesterday, but alas, my ride was cut short by a flat tire and an impending softball game. Long story.

So, with a Memorial Day weekend float trip on the near horizon, in which I will get no training in save a few strokes with my canoe paddle, I am trying to cram some actual miles and yards in. Wish me luck. I think I’m gonna need it.