Training and discipline took a back seat to gluttony this week. My mom visited me from New York for Thanksgiving so I felt guilty about the thought of leaving her for hours at a time to go for a long ride. I had grand plans of riding my trainer while we watched a movie, running at the track while she walked, and having her hang out in the hot tub while I was at Masters, but I ate way too much food to move from the couch. I’ll have to start cracking the whip on myself to make sure I don’t make a habit of this laziness.
One of many food babies conceived this week
Monday
2 hours of strength training
Tuesday
2 miles at the track
I just wasn’t feeling it so 12×400 became 5×400. The strange part is that despite feeling shitty and tired, I ran some of my fastest splits in months (1:52, 1:47, 1:43, 1:37, 1:37)
I also got to witness this!
Wednesday
Swim: 2,300 yards
Thursday
Stuffed my face and sat on my ass
Friday
More of the same. For shame!
Saturday
5 mile hike
Sunday
Run: 10 miles and 800 ft elevation gain with this amazing view
Malnourished Triathlete 