I've slept for close to 10 hours each of the past three nights. During that span, I've biked nearly 95 miles, ran about 15, hiked another three and swam (only laps).
It was hot and windy for a good portion of those miles.
Total training time: 10 hours, not including the 2.5 hour hike. That's between 3 1/3 and 4+ hours a day since Saturday.
Am I over-training?
Judging by my sleeping patterns and how my body feels, yeah, a little.
Can I stop? Hell no! I'm an addict. I'm routinely training 15 hours a week right now -- sometimes more, sometimes less. I know I should take a moment and reassess but with the Breath of Life national qualifier Olympic triathlon coming up on June 27 and Vineman 70.3 a few weeks later, I feel like I'm training for the high season. I figure there will be time to rest in late July after Vineman.
That leads me to today's workouts. I was supposed to run with Stephanie early this morning, at 6:15. That time came and went quickly, with a fly-swat to my alarm and another two hours of sleep. I managed to fit my recovery run in on the treadmill at lunch. I literally only ran just over four miles in 45 minutes. To say I was dragging would be an understatement. A friend of mine who trains at the gym religiously pointed out that sometimes you just have to log the time. That's what got me through the workout. Some days are just bad days. In her words, "as long as you have one good day of training a week," that's about all you can ask for.
That seems like such a strange concept to me. I want every workout to be my best. That's what I expect and demand from myself.
Maybe I should ask my body nicely more often?
Despite my legs feeling like anchors, I'm heading to the pool in an hour for an evening edition of the Fortius-coached swim. Steph is joining me, which is exciting and a little frightening all at once. I want to show her how much I've improved in the water but I hope I have enough fuel in the tank to do it. On top of that, I need to conserve enough energy to make tomorrow morning's 6:30 a.m. ocean speed circuit with the LA Tri Club in Santa Monica. Followed by a brick at 5:30 p.m. at Griffith Park.
I think if it sounds like over-training, it probably is.
In that case, I've answered my own question that started this blog post.
I know I should do something about that.
I just can't promise that I will.
169 days and counting.