Seriously…this is the start of the 3rd week of 6 days a week workouts. Dude, this shit is hard. It’s not the hardest that I’ve ever put myself through, I recall forcing myself through 2 a day workouts 2-3 times a week for a few months getting ready for Tri season, but honestly I started the year out a little slow on the work out front and managed to get through my half marathons on stubbornness and power of will.
My team is in Tri training. My coach had kinda left us runners out in the cold, er, humidity. They’re running on Sundays, but I think I’ve whined about that enough for now. I paid a friend, who’s a certified coach, to put together a training plan for me to be half marathon ready in September. But I’ve essentially had to start over. I run Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Wednesday she throws in exercises with the sprint workouts that I don’t do. Why? Because I lift Tuesdays and Thursdays and do Pilates on Wednesdays. Sure more squats and crunches wouldn’t hurt, but….no thank you.
Needless to say I’ve been fucking tired. Like BONE tired. I need more sleep. I even tried to go to bed early last night but didn’t fall asleep until midnight. Waking up early this morning was hard to do. I downloaded The Rock Clock. Pretty entertaining. If you need some serious motivation in the mornings check it out. Not only does the Rock sing to you, but there’s a motivational message for the day. Kinda like, get your ass up, your competition isn’t hitting snooze, you shouldn’t hit snooze, carpe fucking diem.
In other news I found this and my mom is going to make me a throw pillow because…well…because: