I didn't do any training today yet it feels like I did. My back and neck are sore. My head hurts. My knees are creaking. I'm tired. Wiped out really. Still, it would be dishonest to say I didn't enjoy the day at least a little. Since training was out, the only thing I really could do with any amount of success was sleep, eat and drink. Not to mention one hell of a hot, steaming bath. And I did those things well.
I really needed a quiet rest day at home.
Yet I can't help but get a little frustrated about one portion of my issues mentioned above...namely, my tight back. Why am I changing my swim stroke the week before the national qualifier triathlon? On one hand, I completely understand that I can generate much more power from a bigger muscle group (lats) than my hands. However, at what price? It practically hurts to breathe when I'm leaning against the couch while typing. That can't be good. And that's after a sports massage with David on Friday night. Do I not use my lats at all and that's why I'm so sore? I don't get it.
Further, why is it that after every damn industry event I get sick? You'd think I'd have a decent immune system with all the generally good food and proper sleep I enjoy -- not to mention the close to 15 hours of training a week. Am I so fragile that one week of schmoozing, occasional boozing and cruising the show floor reduces me to a whiny mess at home?
I do think there's another factor at play here, and it's one I'm perfectly accepting as the culprit: the epic awesomeness of my GSNML this past Thursday. If ever there's such a thing as an emotional hangover, I've got it. I'm lethargic. I'm reading every little post-game write-up -- even from the Boston newspapers. I'm re-reading my own blog post! I'm just trying to relive the magic of that night, and failing. I miss that euphoric feeling, as draining as that night ultimately became. It was such a high.
So, the truth of my situation is that I'm really drained. Physically and emotionally. I trained really hard last week to try and maintain my peak conditioning, and with everything else going on I just kind of petered out heading into today. I overloaded my body.
As I mentioned yesterday, all things being equal, I'm glad I'm getting this out of the way now and not in a few weeks preparing for the Vineman 70.3 event. But I would really have liked to have swept into this final week of Breath of Life prep with a wave of confidence and strength. No doubts. No fears. It seems the only "important" race where I've experienced that sensation has been Wildflower.
I sure hope I don't have any conventions before the actual Ironman in November.
151 days and counting.