On Sunday, a teammate of mine shlepped me around the entire 25 mile triathlon bicycle course. One hour and forty minutes later, I realized that I am in more trouble than I thought. Apparently, the additional 6 miles, which I previously didn’t ride last week (not to mention the sweltering heat), took me over the edge. I ran 3.1 miles last week after a 19 mile bike ride; this week, I made it the 31 steps up my driveway, barely. I am pretty sure that I slowed my teammate down by a solid five to ten minutes over the course of the ride.
Yesterday, I was still recovering from my ride in the morning, but I headed to the gym @ 8:30pm for a swim, only to realize when I got there that I forgot to take my asthma medication. While you may remember that I had previously biked and ran without taking asthma meds, I thought better of spending too muchtime under water without sufficient oxygen-enhancing assistance (I also missed getting to Costco and Home Depot before they closed because of my bumbling stupidity).
Last night, I decided to make up for everything. I set my alarm on my cell phone for 5:30am, ready to go out to bike and run (yeah!). I failed to realize that my handy dandy wall charger was unplugged, so though my phone was plugged in, the charger was not. My alarm never went off and I slept to 6:45am (which, I must admit, was sort of a pleasant surprise).
I ate cheesecake this weekend (small piece), had half a slice of pizza, had a small smoothie this morning… I am falling off the boat in not so small steps. Alarm bells are starting to ring, especially because I have put 3 pounds back on (down 16 pounds, versus 19 pounds – and every pound counts when you are going up what seems like Mount Everest, which happens to be a tiny hill to most everyone else). Oh yes, I failed to mention that my brake pads on my bike are doing some funny things...
Alarm bells are ringing everywhere…
But, there is good news. Tomorrow, a team mentor has organized a bike ride at 5:50am (that is 20 minutes earlier than usual) and we will be doing many hill repeats (read: masochism in one of its highest forms). I will go swimming tonight and will remember to take my meds, first.
Then, there is the best news of all. Some of you may be aware that the Bar Exam is going on today and I am not taking it. Clearly, things could be worse (I could be in the Javits Center with thousands of hyper-stressed lawyers-to-be taking the first of at least two days of 8-hour-long exams). Just thinking about it makes me feel a lot better (schadenfreude anyone?). Things are looking up already; now I just need to make sure that my alarm is set to go off at 5:15am and that I actually plug my cellphone charger in tonight.
On Sunday, a teammate of mine shlepped me around the entire 25 mile triathlon bicycle course. One hour and forty minutes later, I realized that I am in more trouble than I thought. Apparently, the additional 6 miles, which I previously didn’t ride last week (not to mention the sweltering heat), took me over the edge. I ran 3.1 miles last week after a 19 mile bike ride; this week, I made it the 31 steps up my driveway, barely. I am pretty sure that I slowed my teammate down by a solid five to ten minutes over the course of the ride.
Yesterday, I was still recovering from my ride in the morning, but I headed to the gym @ 8:30pm for a swim, only to realize when I got there that I forgot to take my asthma medication. While you may remember that I had previously biked and ran without taking asthma meds, I thought better of spending too muchtime under water without sufficient oxygen-enhancing assistance (I also missed getting to Costco and Home Depot before they closed because of my bumbling stupidity).
Last night, I decided to make up for everything. I set my alarm on my cell phone for 5:30am, ready to go out to bike and run (yeah!). I failed to realize that my handy dandy wall charger was unplugged, so though my phone was plugged in, the charger was not. My alarm never went off and I slept to 6:45am (which, I must admit, was sort of a pleasant surprise).
I ate cheesecake this weekend (small piece), had half a slice of pizza, had a small smoothie this morning… I am falling off the boat in not so small steps. Alarm bells are starting to ring, especially because I have put 3 pounds back on (down 16 pounds, versus 19 pounds – and every pound counts when you are going up what seems like Mount Everest, which happens to be a tiny hill to most everyone else). Oh yes, I failed to mention that my brake pads on my bike are doing some funny things...
Alarm bells are ringing everywhere…
But, there is good news. Tomorrow, a team mentor has organized a bike ride at 5:50am (that is 20 minutes earlier than usual) and we will be doing many hill repeats (read: masochism in one of its highest forms). I will go swimming tonight and will remember to take my meds, first.
Then, there is the best news of all. Some of you may be aware that the Bar Exam is going on today and I am not taking it. Clearly, things could be worse (I could be in the Javits Center with thousands of hyper-stressed lawyers-to-be taking the first of at least two days of 8-hour-long exams). Just thinking about it makes me feel a lot better (schadenfreude anyone?). Things are looking up already; now I just need to make sure that my alarm is set to go off at 5:15am and that I actually plug it in tonight.
