Six-thirty this morning came and went uneventfully. Just what I wanted. Cool sheets, warm blankets and fluffy pillows rarely felt better.
Thanks, Trudy. Thanks, Bam-Bam.
Frankly, I needed a break. A rest. A pitstop. Time to cool the jets, if only for an extra hour's sleep.
It really paid off. When I finally removed myself from the comfort of my bed (for a change not shoved out by Trudy and Bam-Bam's pounding) around 8, I felt refreshed. Re-energized. Re-engaged.
Ready for the day, and the rest of this week's training. I didn't really miss much, 45 minutes of one-legged spinning drills on the trainer. Coach Gerardo has told me in the past I can essentially skip one workout a week and still hit my goals, so I cashed in that check today.
So worth it! The extra time relaxing in the morning, enjoying a rush-free breakfast, starting to program my Garmin, was worth more than the physical workout. The mental rest that came with it far outweighed any incremental physical benefit I may have attained.
To top it off, I took a yoga class at lunch in our work gym. The workout wasn't great -- the room was cold, the lights were bright and the music was a bit too loud -- but the experience of collecting my thoughts and breath for an hour cancelled all that out. And my stressed muscles desperately needed a mellow stretching session. Though this yoga class required more stopping for Child's Pose than I'm used to. No biggie though.
What a relaxing day. Now, I'm ready for the rest of the week's training, which tomorrow consists of a tempo brick and culminates this weekend with a 20-mile street run.
Sometimes, less is truly more. A light day of training will pay big dividends in the coming days. I'm fired up.
273 days and counting.