Well, I thought I'd try to blog again. I haven't felt like blogging at all since Diva passed away.
Life moves on and time passes, and Mike and I are slowly healing. :)
Training has acted as a healing agent. I can completely focus on what I need to do and work to do it. I have control over the effort I put in, and the very act of control assuages the pain of not being able to control death, you know?
Ahhh well. :)
Last week was a "challenge week." :) :):) Need I say more? Hahahaha! I had this one brick workout where I had to do ten sets 30s hard/30s rest and then run for 10 min. easy. There I was, running up the highway, full tilt, into the wind for 30sec. For the next 30s, I would barely walk, just try and get my breath back.
I didn't feel too bad at first...Until the 5th set kicked in. Something altogether unholy was going on down below. All at once, I felt like I was going to pee/poo and/or my uterus was going to fall out. AIIEEEEEE!
By the 7th set, I was feeling like I was going to puke. I wasn't sure I could even make it to 10 sets, and if I did, I was thinking, I'm not going to be able to run for 10 minutes easy after all this! I won't be able to move -- let alone walk!
But, I did do it, and although I was burping a bit on the way back, I did actually manage to run home.
Hahahahahahaha -- I am learning that I actually have more than one speed! :) :) :)
Can't wait for Arizona!