So.
It’s not going so well.
It’s not really going at all.
This is the hardest time I’ve ever had training for an athletic event. I just can’t get in a groove.
I’ve always been a morning exerciser. Not necessarily early morning, but before the day really gets going. Once that moment passes, it’s gone. I can say I’m going to do it in the afternoon or evening, but it never actually happens.
My problem, my self-made problem, is that I can’t put my workouts ahead of baby’s schedule. Naptime interferes with morning gym time and then it all goes downhill from there. Unless his friends are there he hates the childcare and it’s so stinky hot I feel bad dragging him along outside with me. I know I could make it happen, I just haven’t been. That’s life.
We recently got back from 3 back to back to back beach trips: one with 10 kids under 2, one involving a 103 fever, and one a wedding weekend with friends. While I did exercise some on vacation, it hardly counts. It was enough to get me raring to go when we got back.
And then I potentially broke my toe. You know when you innocently stub your toe really hard and you drop to the floor, clutching it in pain, yelling “I broke my toe, I broke my toe!”, but really you just stubbed it and you’ll get over it in a few minutes?
That’s what I thought happened until I finally let go of my toe and the husband pointed out it was facing the wrong direction. Oops.
I don’t really think it’s broken, but it doesn’t feel great. It’s just another thing to add to the long list of things I let get in my way.
There’s not really a point to this post except to say that not everyone who does triathlons {or marathons or 10Ks or whatever} finds it easy. So if you ever thought about doing one, don’t let that be the reason that’s holding you back.
Luckily I get a pretty good daily workout hauling my adorable 24+ pound weight around every day, but that’s not exactly helping with my biking or swimming skills…
