I am so lazy it’s ridiculous. I didn’t cook at all this weekend. I think I am burned out. Also, I ingested alcohol and cookies on Saturday night. I feel pretty shameful. It wasn’t worth it at all.
- I get bored and tired of speending weekend nights alone, so I decide to go out.
- I go out and I end up drinking.
- I’m not having that much fun, so I drink more hoping it will help.
- It doesn’t.
- I decide not to go out again for a long time due to feeling like poop.
- Repeat steps 1-6 forever.
I didn’t have a horrible time, it just wasn’t worth being super dragassedy the next day over. Plus I didn’t meet any guys. Isn’t that the reason single ladies go out? I’ve never met a guy at a bar in my life…
My race is this week. And it couldn’t be at a better time–I’m ridiculously sad lately and I think this vacation will help pull me out of the funk. I’m looking at it more as a vacation than a race. I get to go see some beautiful countryside in the the Catskills and eat jerky while biking. How can that NOT be a good time?
I’m flying out Wednesday morning! I hate flying because I’m a big chicken. I wonder if I’ll need more food than what I have there. This race is 30 hours long. And I’m a growing girl. Yeah, I’ll probably go buy some more GU.
So… I’ve been told by my chiropractor not to squat because my hip is basically on fire. It’s part of my IT band, actually. I’m really really hoping I can get it back to normal before HOA. It’s just frustrating that I might lose some strength before then. Oh, and I still don’t have my double unders back. I don know what the heck happened. I got up early and did deadlifts and strict pull ups. Tonight is snatches and sprints. I can’t squat, though. Maybe I can power snatch?