Saturday: Run 8 miles, bike 13 miles
My rest day was supposed to have been midweek, but we were out of town all this weekend at a swim meet, so I tried to "save" it to use it on Sunday, when I knew it would be all but impossible to work out.
That might have been a mistake. I am seriously dragging right now, my heels hurt from running, and my workouts in the hotel gym were both fairly miserable. They came after a day of driving and/or swim meet, and both after a huge meal as well. Oh, and since the hotel was packed with unsupervised kids I had plenty of company the whole time, jumping from machine to machine, bouncing around on exercise balls, playing with the weights and TV and water cooler (it really was a pretty nice hotel gym), and just generally screeching.
My husband says I am too easily upset by little inconveniences—though I'm not sure having to run 8 miles on a full stomach while everyone else goes to the pool and then finish up on a stupid recumbent bicycle is a little inconvenience—but he probably has a point. I can't really count on things going smoothly through the rest of this training and especially during the race itself. I need to get better at treating each obstacle as a learning experience.
Not sure what I learned this time. Maybe "Don't be so stingy with the bonus rest days."