Cycles

Not like popcycles or the obvious…bicycles. I’m talking about this rollercoaster of fitness I seem to go through. Now I have had a really good go of it the last 4 weeks. Last week I swam 37500 yds in 4 days. Day 4 I made a comeback and was repeating 1:05’s on 1:10-1:15 send offs. So here I am thinking that I hit hard outside of the pool this week. Nope. Guess not. If there is something I’ve learned is that I can NOT take days off. What I need to do on my “off” day is hit a 30 minute easy spin or a 2 mile run or something. I took yesterday off and I feel like ass today. I also seem to go through these mental cycles too. Last week I couldn’t get enough. I would have gone up over 20 hrs if I could get it all in. Who knows maybe this is how my body is designed. After a really good training block I also feel really unfit. I look in the mirror and my skin looks pale and pink, I feel like I have size c bitch tits, like my gut hangs over everything. I won’t weigh myself for a week I will actually avoid areas with mirrors. Lastly, one more tell tale sign that I’m on the down side. I get a mouth full of canker sores. As of this morning I have 6. Painful ones too. I have to take ibuprofen to sleep. The big issue is that I don’t eat or hydrate well when it happens so it’s kind of a double edged sword. Pile all that crap on an irritating work atmosphere and an exam I have this week which I now feel underprepared for…so all that makes for a rough Monday.

Where’s the good news in all this? Well it’s cyclic. Although I’m on the way down right now I should be headed back up in a week. That’s good because I have the Potomac River swim in 12 days. I foresee a good day. Hopefully. I put the time in. All I have to do is perform. Problem is that it seems like I am not doing this one for me. I have 12 days to get my head straight.

While writing this blog I stopped and looked at my training log. What do you know…It’s my easy week. I also added um….14 miles to my running and um…14000 yds in the pool. I didn’t bike as much but, still. No wonder my body is fighting me. Bastard.

Diet. There is a lot to be said here. All I have to say is I need to get with it. We really haven’t grocery shopped in almost a month so I’m scrounging to piece meals together and sometimes my selections aren’t the best. Some may think that I drink too much but, in all reality I only have a few beers on the weekends and it’s very likely that is what keeps me from over training…

BTW-I know its popsicles not popcycles.