Train Schedules

Here we go again.

I'm once again training for a baby triathlon. I mean a try-a-tri triathlon (one guy actually thought I did triathlons with babies…I don't know). Anyway, the time frame is similar to the last one with 6 weeks to go, (see: http://www.morethanatri.blogspot.com/)…but the motivation is pretty different.

Last time, as it turned out I had a broken heart to mend…this time, no broken heart...simply a number of bad habits developed over the winter to break. A colleague of mine moonlights as a personal trainer and his fee pour moi? A latte. I offered an americano but...a hard bargain, he drives.

Last night, I started the regimen. A strict 6-week-at-6-days-with-Sundays-off training schedule. Hello! No time for Yoga Mondays. No room for two-bite Tuesdays. No excuses for missing burpee Wednesdays. I'm locked and ready.

My enthusiasm masked any fatigue last night, but I wasn't so lucky this morning. It was tough…and it will just get harder. Hopefully I'll have cameo appearances from my favourite sparring buddies, but for the most part I've got to rely on myself for motivation.

That, and the fear of J every morning when he asks how things are going. I got a customized program and a face every morning as a part of the deal. The face of delight is good…face of disapointment, bad.

Not a terrible rule to go by in general.

Morning Glory

I went for a run this morning before work. It was kind of an important day and I find I function best when I start the day with activity.

I managed to do my 20 minutes between rainy shifts.

The combination of the rainy afterglow and the natural morning light made everything look so….so vibrant. It was as if it had this new day energy. New week energy. New month energy. New season energy.

Regardless, it was good energy.

…and I carried that with me all day.