Last week was recovery week and I needed it. I was still working out, but an hour a day, sometimes less. Good times.
My body is still needing gobs of sleep. I think that's partly getting older and partly just diggin' my mattress time. I feel so bad for Steve, because he gets much less sleep than I do. I'm absolutely the queen of mean when I don't get enough rest. Workout? Not unless you count throwing a fit.
With 8 weeks to go, this whole half Ironman thing is starting to seem like a realistic goal. I could actually do this race within the allowed time frame. I'm trucking along on the training plan, picking off each workout. And every workout - even the tough ones - is a confidence builder.
Me, a Iron Distance Triathlete. Imagine that.
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