It’s my first week of taper and I have to admit that I’m not doing so hot.
On Monday I skipped swim practice simply because I didn’t feel like going. To be fair, it had been over two weeks since my last rest day and I really wanted to spend an evening on my couch eating ice cream. Worth it.
I almost skipped swim on Tuesday, too.
I was bribed into going with the promise of brownies afterwards. It worked. I showed up. What can I say? I’m easy.
The only way I got through my swim this morning was by constantly reminding myself that I only had 2.5 weeks left of this. After that, I never have to swim again if I don’t want to. With each lap I kept reliving this fantasy of sleeping in until 7, going straight home after work, enjoying hot showers in the comfort of my own home, etc. I yearn for sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.
I broke down in tears after my swim when I realized my towel was missing from my swim bag. I had exactly 20 minutes to shower, get dressed, and be on my way to the office. Ugh.
I thought getting out of a cold pool and taking a cold shower was bad before… clearly I had no idea what I was talking about. It’s all 10x worse when you don’t have the comfort of a towel to warm you. I had to take my shower while still in my bathing suit, then stand there in the cold while I air dried. Brrrr…. not cool.
I tried my best to dry myself with the hand dryer and said a silent thank you to myself for packing a skirt and not pants for work today. I was still pretty wet getting my clothes on, but at least it was cotton (anything else would have been bad).
I was not in a good mood leaving the pool. I pretty much decided right then and there that that was my last morning swim practice. I’ll tag along for afternoon swim, but I’m done with the mornings. I think not having a towel was my last straw.
So, yeah, I’m over training. I keep telling myself I never have to work out again after Ironman Florida. I know that’s not true (I’ll probably take a nice long break then slowly ease my way back into everything), but that’s what I tell myself for now. It’s my light at the end of the tunnel.
You know… until I cross that finish line and start planning my next one. Stupid race high. It’ll get you everytime.