Last night, after I put Pnut and Little Dude to bed, I grabbed a glass of wine and my book, and I climbed in bed myself. I was completely exhausted. I had nothing left. It was an amazing feeling. The feeling that I had given everything I had to the week.
I gave my 100%, and it felt great.
Here are the numbers:
Biked- 64 miles
Ran- 15 miles
A couple weeks ago, I was telling Erika that I was afraid of the pain of training. She told me to embrace the pain and get comfortable being uncomfortable. It sounds crazy, but I got it this week. I knew a 9 mile run, the day after a 43 mile bike (with almost no sleep) was going to hurt. I made myself ok with the hurt. I'm hoping that will continue for the next 34 days.
This week is a pretty bike heavy week. Little Dude is getting his tonsils out tomorrow, so I will more than likely be limited to the trainer. I will do what I can, but won't beat myself up about missed workouts. There are more important things to take care of this week.