Wait. What?
Yes, I have to wait until Monday, when KidsClub is open, between the hours of 8-1 or 4-8.
May I just say.....efff this sh*t. Mentally I'm already trying to calculate how many workouts I'll miss or have to pare down to fit in their 2 hour time limit. Pit that against the minimum workouts possible between now and the tri we are supposedly doing the first week of October. Out look does not look great, doesn't even look reasonable. I want to do better this time around, not the same, and certainly not worse. I can't do better in races unless I'm trained for them.
I'm willing to forgo the rest of the racing season (and save that money) but stay on a training plan, I'm enjoying the plan very much. I've found that my RPE upper threshold (probably also known as zone 5 with a HRM) is dry heaving. If I'm doing speed work, I should dry heave at least once to know I've hit my ceiling, and then I'll ease off enough to avoid vomiting. I've also found that I really really need to get to my yoga rug more often. I'm more symmetrically balanced strength-wise when I practice and therefore stronger in everything else I'm doing.
Oh, right, and The Man is gone, he's on a train (in part due to his {slightly milder} aversion to flying). I miss him. So, the Gigglesisters, who weren't too giggly today, tried in various ways to test out all the mechanisms by which to make mommy fly off the handle. If anything I became more conscious, especially proud of my response this evening when they were popping around the bedroom after "lightsout." Hooray for parenting consciously!
Here we go on a crash course in single parenting.
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